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He came down from the south of |
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BrooklynSpirits high or so they said |
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He got stories about this land that they never knew |
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They don't understand him |
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She was seventeen and her life was open |
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Her mom was gone and her dad was dead |
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Down on fourth-street looking for the home she never had |
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They don't understand her anyway |
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And the moon will rise and the sun will still shine |
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And the days will roll by like everything was fine |
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And the moon will rise and the sun will still shine |
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And life will roll on... 'round the |
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Hollywood sign |
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Johny's flying in the likes of heaven |
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Spirits high or so they say |
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And he knows there'll be better days |
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Better nights, it's a bitter game |
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They don't understand him anyway |
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They've got contracts in their pockets |
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And their suits are made of gold |
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And they'll make you act so sleazy |
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They'll tell you you're to old |
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Then they'll come and knock your door down |
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And hope that you are blind |
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But life will roll on... 'round this big sign |
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And the moon will rise and the sun will still shine |
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And the days will roll by like everything was fine |
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And the moon will rise and the sun will still shine |
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And life will roll on... 'round the |
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Hollywood sign |
