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Hollywood, Hollywood |
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Well I guess I love Hollywood |
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Where the streets are made of dreams |
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I came back with no more money |
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Just a craving for the scene |
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Momma, momma says, "Oh Child |
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You're playing with a fool's gold |
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Listen to your momma baby |
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And do what you is told" |
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Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood |
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And it gets so hot you can see 'em dropping |
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Hollywood, it ain't never stop |
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I love some of that Hollywood |
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Where the sky ain't never rain |
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Nothing's helping me now dear mommy |
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I need me some of that fame |
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Momma, momma says, "Oh child |
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You better get out and quick, yeah." |
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Not listening to you momma |
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I'll do what I see fit |
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Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood |
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And it gets so hot you can see 'em dropping |
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Hollywood, it ain't never stop |
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Hear my story of Hollywood |
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It's the saddest tale I know |
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'Bout a girl who still walks the streets |
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Screaming, "God help me find my soul!" |
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Father, father says, "Oh, child |
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Look what you have done |
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Told you once and I told you twice |
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Now you're paying with your own blood" |
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Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood |
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And it gets so hot you can see 'em dropping |
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Hollywood, it ain't never stop |
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Hollywood, Hollywood, Hollywood |
