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Something about the absence of any seasons |
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Of any sense of time going by |
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Something in the endless procession of palm trees |
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You'll fall in love and you'll never die |
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You get signed to a major Top 40 label |
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Blow David Geffen, blow Seymour Stein |
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You can make an atrocious Top 40 record |
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No one will know in two weeks time |
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(C): |
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Let ending begin |
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Rot in the wind |
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The end has begun |
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Rot in the sun |
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You can find your own love and a place to stay |
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Even in New York, New York but not in L.A. |
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Be a movie star or a runaway |
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Somebody will love you in Cannes but not in L.A. |
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Not in L.A. (C) (C) |
