| Never get to bed
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| 'cause the city’s too loud, loud
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| It can break the bank
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| And run you out of town, town
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| I’m just a face in the crowd
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| We took a life for a ride
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| I’m California numb, damaged by the sun
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| If you could only see me now
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| You can hear the punchline
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| That I don’t like my face
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| Or how I’m turning out
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| How I’m turning out
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| How I’m turning
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| I am in over my head, how I’m turning
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| How I’m turning out
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| They said change your name
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| It’s the price you paid down
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| And I don’t wanna hand out
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| Hey, hey
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| She’s a beautiful waste
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| And I will be afraid now
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| Maybe it’ll work out
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| Hey, hey
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| I’m just a face in the crowd
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| We took a life for a ride
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| I’m California numb, and I’m damaged by the sun
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| If you could only see me now
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| You can hear the punchline
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| That I don’t like my face
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| Or how I’m turning out
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| How I’m turning out
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| How I’m turning
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| I am over my head, how I’m turning
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| How I’m turning out
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| At nights, I’m still awake
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| And no, It’s never going away
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| To wash the streets clean of blood
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| Played you the jury and the judge
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| All I wanted was a taste
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| And nothing’s ever worth the wait
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| Will I ever get that flight?
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| I thought I was only staying for the night
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| I am in over my head
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| Or how I’m turning
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| No, I don’t like my face
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| Or how I’m turning out
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| How I’m turning out
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| How I’m turning
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| I can’t get over my head
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| How I’m turning out
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| How I’m turning out |