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I walked to the window turned out the light |
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Looked at the city went back through the night |
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Yeah, I stood in the darkness, stood all alone |
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Thank God for |
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California, thank |
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God I'm going home |
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That's right you hurt me, baby, hurt me good |
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Hurt me like no one else ever could |
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Cut down the middle, face down in the dirt |
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And we both know it's too late to save it |
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Bet ya feel proud about it, baby |
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You taught me how to hurt |
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DC 10, 10:45 |
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Half way to |
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L.A. red in the eyes |
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Might be the devil, might just be his friend |
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It don't make no difference, you ain't gettin' me again |
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That's right you hurt me, baby, hurt me good |
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Hurt me like no one else ever could |
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Cut down the middle, face down in the dirt |
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And we both know it's too late to save it |
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Bet ya feel proud about it, baby |
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You taught me how to hurt |
