| Hollywood is everywhere, now don’t you know
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| You don’t have to learn the line to see the show
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| Just catch it when it’s dark or flying low
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| Get along down Sunset, yes indeed
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| Hollywood is what you let it be
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| What you want is often what you need
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| Swing low, swing low
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| For none of us will ever get back home
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| Swing right, sleep tight
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| No one here ever goes home at night
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| Hollywood is everywhere
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| Graceful children walk on air
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| Still line up in single file
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| We’ll go down and stare awhile
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| Hold on honey, tell me does she move
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| In her knock me down and love me shoes
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| All the oil she’s got is for the grooves
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| Have you ever climbed those cut glass stairs
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| Trick or treat got nothing to compare
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| Million dollar daydreams end up there
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| Hollywood is everywhere you know
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| Don’t have to win love to see the show
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| Just catch it when it’s dark or flying low
|
| Get along down Sunset, yes indeed
|
| Hollywood is what you let it be
|
| What you want is often what you need
|
| Swing low, swing low
|
| For none of us will ever get back home
|
| Swing right, sleep tight
|
| No one here ever goes home at night
|
| Hollywood is everywhere
|
| Graceful children walk on air
|
| Still line up in single file
|
| We’ll go down and stare awhile
|
| Hold on honey, tell me does she move
|
| In her knock me down and fuck me shoes
|
| All the oil she’s got is for the grooves
|
| Have you ever climbed those cut glass stairs
|
| Trick or treat got nothing to compare
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| Million dollar daydreams end up there |