| Sometimes I think about the only way
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| That I’ll ever see life beyond L.A. is dying
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| I sit in the corner of a hotel room
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| With a room service menu and I’m looking at the moon
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| I’m crying
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| I’m out here waiting, praying, trying to keep from sayin'
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| That I don’t miss you, though I do
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| You’ve got me shaking, praying, trying to keep from sayin'
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| That I don’t miss you, though I do
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| You know I do…
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| Livin' out here you soon come to know
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| That it ain’t how good you are as much as who you know and how you fake it
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| Working this dive it’s a matter of time
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| 'Cause I’m a good lead player got a way with a line
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| And I can make it
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| And when the day breaks dawn
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| Something is in my room
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| When all my faith is gone
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| Something begets my gloom
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| I’m out here waiting, praying, trying to keep from sayin'
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| That I don’t miss you, though I do
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| You’ve got me shaking, playing, trying to keep from sayin'
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| That I don’t miss you, though I do
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| Well, you know I do
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| Yes.I do
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| Sometimes I think about the only time
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| That I’ll ever be happy in my own mind is dying… |