| How can it be that I could be lost again?
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| Here in a town of yesterday’s desperate men
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| All dressed up to go for the final scene
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| Here comes the dread, they fed me in last night’s dream
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| She’s got too much class for the likes of me
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| I’ll stay but don’t make me nervous
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| Lost in the haze of yesterdays memory
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| Don’t think that you don’t deserve us
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| Crying all the way to the bank on the bullet train
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| But crying don’t get you nowhere
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| I must be the only man that they couldn’t frame
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| I couldn’t see the enemy till he was close behind
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| Waltzing blind, through my mind
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| And if the lights should freeze, oh please
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| Don’t make it him or me, then we’ll see
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| This city is a monument to bad taste in vain
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| Hooray for Hollywood, break out the search lights above
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| But I couldn’t tear myself away so I can’t complain
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| Send out the substitutes, tonight we’ll be making love
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| Crawling in deaf and dumb for the losers ball
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| Here’s to the house on the hill and the thrill of it all
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| Sinking in a tidal wave of alcohol
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| How could I miss
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| It’s come to this Hollywood final scene
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| Make it clean
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| And if the lights should freeze, oh please
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| Don’t make it him or me, then we’ll see
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| Look out below
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| This heart will blow Hollywood style tonight
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| It don’t seem right |