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hollywood hills and the promenade |
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are calling her name |
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she says there ain't any other thing |
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that makes her feel this way |
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she forgot about me |
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soon as she stepped off the plane |
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i wish she loved me like LA |
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sunset boulevard |
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it's a thousand miles away |
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seem so much further |
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when i talked to her that day |
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all she had to do was ask |
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another step right on the plane |
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i wish she loved me like LA |
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should have known by the look in her eyes |
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by the gleam in her smile |
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that she'd up and walk away |
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i'm not one to complain |
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but i'm still looking for the heart |
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she took that day |
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i wish she loved me like LA |
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last half of sunset |
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before the ocean pulls it under |
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she's writing songs |
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how she's torn between two lovers |
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the haunting melody she sings a thousand times to me |
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i wish she loved me like LA |
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you've had your share of movie stars |
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and in the fancy cars |
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you'd have fortune you've had fame |
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and i'm not one to complain |
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you can break a heart |
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in those most of bitch ways |
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i wish she loved me like LA |
