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I was walking down the street early this morning |
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Passed the graveyard voices calling to me |
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I was walking down the street early this morning |
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And the silver drops of rain hung from the leaves |
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And I swear, I heard the voices singing to me |
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Singing to the rhythm of the beat of my feet |
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And I swear, I heard the voices singing to me |
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Keep on, keep on, keep on |
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I'm still in Hollywood |
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Oh wow, thought I'd be out of here by now |
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I'm still in Hollywood |
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My, my, I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why? |
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I don't know why? I don't know why? |
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And on the bus today, I met the queen of L.A. |
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At least she said she was and who am I to say? |
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She was sixty-five and full of life |
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She had purple painted cheeks and glitter on her eyes |
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And the troll on the corner, I flipped him a quarter |
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And he looked at me and smiled |
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Well, he wasn't abused, he wasn't confused |
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He had nothing to gain and less to lose in Hollywood |
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I'm still in Hollywood |
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Oh wow, thought I'd be out of here by now |
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I'm still in Hollywood |
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My, my, I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why? |
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I'm still in Hollywood |
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Oh wow, thought I'd be out of here by now |
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I'm still in Hollywood |
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My, my, I'm running on a wheel and I don't know, don't know why? |
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So it's 3 AM, I'm out walking again |
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I'm just a spot on the sidewalk in a city of sin |
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He doesn't give a fuck, he's living under a truck |
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You know it could've been me, I guess it's just my luck |
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But I swear, I heard the sidewalk talking to me |
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Singing to the rhythm of the beat of my feet |
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And I swear, I heard the sidewalk singing to me |
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Keep on, keep on, keep on |
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I'm still in Hollywood |
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Oh wow, thought I'd be out of here by now |
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I'm still in Hollywood |
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My, my, I'm running on a wheel and I don't know why? |
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