| In an old apartment, down in the garden
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| I was born on a sunny day when the riots ruled the streets like a Sunday parade
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| Everyone was cruising, gang signs were moving
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| You know how we're doing, white lines abusing
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| On the boulevard, we never go too far
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| Nothing really matters when you're walking on stars
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| Last call at the Rainbow Bar
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| Mistress Los Angeles stole my heart
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| You can sell yourself if you've got no soul
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| Nowadays auditions to the devil are sold
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| From the boardwalk, I see the ghost on the beach
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| Memories of my city keep haunting me
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| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA?
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| Whatever happened to the city we knew?
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| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA?
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| Whatever happened to the city we knew?
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| No range of sunshine, all the broken tail-lights
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| Earthquakes on silver lakes, false dreams, yeah, I can hear the heartbreak
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| Malibu, we cruising, the cops come, we lose 'em
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| You know how we do it and this life I'm using
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| We out here, in East LA
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| 'Bout to start a little shit down on PCH
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| Whatever happened to my favorite place?
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| Running red lights, never touched the brakes
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| I used to have my own map to the stars
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| Wouldn't you know, the stars were open scars
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| I wouldn't have it any other way
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| And I don't give a fuck come Judgment Day
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| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA?
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| Whatever happened to the city we knew?
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| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA?
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| Whatever happened to the city we knew?
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| Tell my mother, my brothers, my father, and others
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| I'll be gone till November with LA, my lover
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| Tell my mother, my brothers, my father, and others
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| I'll be gone till November with Los Angeles, my lover
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| Hold your sons, your daughters, the sand, the water
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| We are California, like no other
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| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA?
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| Whatever happened to the city we knew?
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| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA? |
| Where's LA?
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| Whatever happened to the city we knew? |