| Staring at in
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| but I cannot see the sign
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| I guess it’s one of those days
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| A minor breach in paradise
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| Won’t disturb my glam-struck craze
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| Tyranny lovers, private pushers
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| Pool parties with a view
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| Plastic dreams, bedroom action
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| For these streets
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| it ain’t nothing new
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| I always wanted to know
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| where do fallen angels go to die
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| I guess I’ve found my answer
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| They’re all right here getting high
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| Let’s be shallow just for one night
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| Take the 'bird out
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| drive it down the hill
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| Wander up n' down the Strip
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| before we end up at the Grill
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| Pink, black n' green…
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| the vivid colors of this scene
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| Standing on handprints and autographs
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| Framed pictures on the wall
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| Blonde beauties, young and willing
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| So sure they’ve seen it all
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| For one night you’ll be treated like
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| a queen
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| Tomorrow noon you’ll know exactly
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| what I mean
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| I always wanted to know
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| where do fallen angels go to die
|
| I guess I’ve found my answer
|
| They’re all right here getting high
|
| Let’s be shallow just for one night
|
| Take the 'bird out
|
| drive it down the hill
|
| Wander up n' down the Strip
|
| before we end up at the Grill
|
| Pink, black n' green…
|
| the vivid colors of this scene.
|
| I always wanted to know
|
| where do fallen angels go to die
|
| I guess I’ve found my answer
|
| They’re all right here getting high
|
| Let’s be shallow just for one night
|
| Take the 'bird out
|
| drive it down the hill
|
| Wander up n' down the Strip
|
| before we end up at the Grill
|
| Pink, black n' green…
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| the vivid colors of this scene. |