| The paper says it’s gonna rain
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| And everyone has gone insane.
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| The Tinsel Town,
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| It’s burning down.
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| Because of someone’s big mistake,
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| So many heads have had to break,
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| And lives to take,
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| For goodness sake.
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| Big times, big lines, big signs,
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| Burning down.
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| High heels, show reels, blow deals,
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| Burning down.
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| Spago, rainbow, Rose Bowl,
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| Burning down.
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| Wheels are turning,
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| L.A.'s burning.
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| I can’t believe what’s going on.
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| They’ve 86'd all right from wrong,
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| Because their black,
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| They’re fighting back.
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| And now that’s someone big mistake,
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| The town where everything is fake,
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| And much desire,
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| It’s all on fire.
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| Oh my.
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| South side, low rides, low tides,
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| Burning down.
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| Blue skies, drive-by's, hair dyes,
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| Burning down.
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| Gay moods, Quaaludes, hey dudes,
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| Burning down.
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| Wheels are turning, L.A.'s burning.
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| Wheels are turning, L.A.'s burning.
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| Wheels are turning, L.A.'s burning.
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| Wheels are turning, L.A.'s burning.
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| Wheels are turning, L.A.'s burning. |