| Sun is rising on another cafe
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| Weekends in Echo Park don’t make a difference
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| So it seems
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| 'Cause the writers in a booth
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| They’re still working out their arc
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| Oh, on weekends in Echo Park
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| While my love’s away at work
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| I’ll bob and weave through the styled streets of Sunset Boulevard
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| Where everybody’s avant-garde
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| And questioning remarks
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| Of the oligarch, oh, on the streets and in the yards
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| Oh, I’d stay as long as I can bear
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| Revolving faces of the storefronts
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| Corporate coming in to bore us
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| But the wind is fine (Fine)
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| Long as my rent don’t climb
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| I’m living in Echo Park
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| Oh, I’d stay as long as I don’t tire
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| From the rising cost of coffee
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| The skyline inching higher
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| But the sights are free
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| Oh, I long to be
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| At the fountain and the lake
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| Circled by the lark
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| That I walk (That I walk)
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| Each night at dark |