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Leave my passport and deposit |
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With the man behind a desk |
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In a motel on some old boulevard |
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Where the view deserves a rest |
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Try the phone just one more time |
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Answering service comes on the line |
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Will my credentials give me a start |
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Will they warm somebody's heart? |
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Or if I make a sudden movement |
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Is it all gonna crack wide apart? |
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All they ask is my name, will I call back again? |
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Ooh Los Angeles and your ivy-mantled lawns |
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Ooh Los Angeles and your candy coated homes |
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In this smoothest saccharine city |
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Where there's the sun to say there's a shine |
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Is it roasting turkeys slowly |
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On a never ending line |
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Or blinding ultimatums |
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While they buy themselves more time |
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Los Angeles |
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In the end do your prisoners fail? |
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Los Angeles |
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How your guardian angels wail |
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Los Angeles |
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How does your garden grow? |
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Old gold, Los Angeles |
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Your wrinkles barely show. |
