| I was walking down the street early this morning
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| Past the graveyard, voices whisper to me.
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| I was walking down the street, early this morning
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| And the silver tears of rain hung from the leaves
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| And I swear I heard the voices singing to me…
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| Singing to the rhythm of the beat of my feet,
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| I swear I heard the voices singing to me —
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| Keep on, keep on, keep on.
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| Still in hollywood!
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| Oh wow! |
| thought Id be out of here by now.
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| Still in hollywood!
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| My, my Im running on a wheel and I dont know why
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| I dont know why.
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| And on the bus today, I met the queen of l.a. |
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| At least she said she was and who am I to say?
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| She was sixty-five and full of life,
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| She had purple-painted cheeks
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| And glitter on her eyes
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| And the troll on the corner, I flipped him a quarter
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| And he looked at me and smiled.
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| He wasnt abused, he wasnt confused,
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| He had nothing to gain and less to lose in hollywood
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| Oh wow! |
| thought Id be out of here by now.
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| Still in hollywood!
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| My, my Im running like a rat and I dont know why
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| And so its three a.m., Im out walking again.
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| Im just a spot on the sidewalk in a city of sin.
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| He doesnt give a fuck, hes living under a truck.
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| You know it coulda been me, guess its just my luck.
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| But I swear I hear the voices singing to me —
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| Keep on, keep on, keep on.
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| Still in hollywood… |