| Where the mountains reach up to the sky
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| Mulholland
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| High above all the lights
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| Waiting there for me
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| I’m goin' up tonight that’s for sure
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| Mulholland
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| 'Cause every day’s such a drag
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| All day long I sleep
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| Ah, but every night I turn on
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| Mulholland
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| The air is clear, the past is near
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| And then it’s time to leave
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| Oh no
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| I feel wasted all day long
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| Mulholland
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| The nothing hours, how they drag
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| Till the nighttime comes 'round
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| Now the sun’s all right but I dig the night
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| Mulholland
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| My mind is free, there’s more to see
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| Than any place I know
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| So for tonight, till it’s light
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| Mulholland
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| A place for me, where I will be
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| Spending all my time
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| Mulholland
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| «Have you been to Mulholland before?
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| No, have you?
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| Hey, who are you? |
| How’d you get in my car?
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| I don’t go in your car
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| Hey get outta my car
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| Where’s that girl I was with?
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| Right here, baby
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| Oh, come over here
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| Who is it, a guy?
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| Wait a second, it’s my turn now
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| You already had it, man. |
| Gimme a break
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| Hey wait a second, baby
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| Come on
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| Get your hands off of her, man
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| Hey wait
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| You can’t do this
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| Yes we can, man. |
| Come on
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| What are you guys laughing about?
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| Hey, this is the police. |
| I’m gonna bust all you people
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| The police?
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| Oh no, no. |
| We can’t stop
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| Ah
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| Hurry up
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| Jan, get your hands off me. |
| You got the wrong one, man
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| No sir, I don’t
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| We don’t
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| I don’t know why, or who, or how
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| But we did it, and that’s important
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| Hey, somebody’s got my underpants
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| Oh no, it isn’t. |
| No, it isn’t
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| No sir-ree, that’s my baby
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| Yes sir. |
| You know me, baby
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| It’s not that, Don
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| Ah…» |