| Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujah
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| Maw, maw miama glory, Hallelujah
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| The sun burns a hole through the 6 AM haze
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| Turns up the volume and shows off it’s rays
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| Another Dodger-blue sky is crowning L.A.
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| The City of Angels is rushed every day
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| That lucky old sun smiles on me
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| Wanna slide down the mountain to the dancin’sea
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| I’m rockin’to the morning beat
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| It’s risin’from star studded concrete
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| This city has my favorite soundtrack
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| It makes you wanna move even though it’s laid back
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| Take it in stride it’ll kick start your feet
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| When you’re tuned in to the morning beat
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| Driving through the maze of the Hollywood Hills
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| Headed to the ocean for a view that would kill
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| Watching from the Wheel in Santa Monica Pier
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| A million diamonds floating on heavenly tiers
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| The gentle wind won’t make a sound
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| Even though it’s forcing the waves to crown
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| Maw, maw, miama glory, Hallelujah
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| Maw, maw, miama glory, Hallelujah
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| Hear those guitars gently strummin'
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| Hear the voices softly hummin'
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| It’s hard to feel down living in this town
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| But you’re so far away
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| It’s a long long way from January
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| All the way to December
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| Even when the sun and I cannot sleep
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| There’s an unspoken promise that we keep
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| We’ll party all night into another day
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| And keep the golden glow of L.A.
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| Even when we are deep in sleep
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| I’m listenin’for the rhythm of the morning beat
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| I listen for the mornin’beat
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| I listen for the mornin’beat
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| Maw, maw, miama glory, Hallelujah
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| Maw, maw, miama glory, Hallelujah |