| It hasn’t rained hard for the better part of seven months
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| Everyone’s listening
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| All I see ahead of me are glistening lights
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| This city stays up at night
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| Droning along like a dissonant song
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| By an amateur symphony
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| How come I can only tell you I love you
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| When you’re sleeping in the passenger seat?
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| And all the fast cars with the broken headlights
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| Run the red lights in the canyons
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| And I can taste it, the rain is coming
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| To clear the air over Los Angeles
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| Maybe it’ll bring the hillside down
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| Maybe it’ll flood the streets
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| Maybe when I tell you that I want you forever
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| I’m gonna make a fool of me
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| But I’ve got the windows down, the heater on my feet
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| And the skies are opening
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| It’s gonna come pouring down, it’s gonna come pouring out
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| I’m gonna say everything
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| And all the fast cars with the broken headlights
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| Run the red lights in the canyons
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| And I can taste it, the rain is coming
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| To clear the air over Los Angeles
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| The road is winding and it’s barely lit
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| You never know how far you’re really gonna get
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| But when you live here, you just learn to get used to it |
| And all the fast cars with the broken headlights
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| Running red lights in the canyon
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| But it’s raining, the haze is drowning
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| The air is clear over Los Angeles |