| Oh, the night, here it comes again
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| It’s on with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt
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| How’d I end up feeling so bad
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| For such a little girl
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| And I hold you close in the back of my mind
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| Feels so good, but damn it makes me hurt
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| And I’m too scared to know how I feel about you now
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| La Cienega just smiles and, «See ya around»
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| And I hold you close in the back of my mind
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| Raise my glass 'cause either way I’m dead
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| Neither of you really help me to sleep anymore
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| One breaks my body and the other breaks my soul
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| La Cienega just smiles as it waves goodbye
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| Oh, the night, here it comes again
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| It’s off with the jeans, the jacket and the shirt
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| How’d I end up feeling so bad
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| For such a little girl
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| And I hold you close in the back of my mind
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| Feels so good but damn it makes me hurt
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| And I’m too scared to know how I feel about you now
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| How I feel about you now
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| La Cienega just smiles and says, «I'll see you around» |