| Dupes of a Disney, frozen stiff
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| Lost in the Hollywood hills
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| Where dreams as real as Fredericks
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| Are sustained on air by pills
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| Where all the red that’s in the world
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| Bleeds into all the blue
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| Where film stars leave their footprints
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| And failed stars join the queue
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| Every where’s a backdrop
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| To a scripted play
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| A film show of a preview
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| Of life in Laralay
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| Life in Laralay
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| Life in Laralay
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| Life in Laralay
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| In Laralay the custom is
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| For cash to call the tune
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| Usually a cabaret song
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| Sung to a neon moon
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| Down below the fairy lights
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| Twink on in tinsel town
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| Where everyone’s in showbiz
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| And snowmen kick the downs
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| The palm tree shaded billboards
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| Advertise the style
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| That makes this fair land what it is
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| A money making smile
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| That dazzles as it razzles
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| The diamonds from your soul
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| Leaving you with nothing
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| Life in Laralay
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| Life in Laralay
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| Life in Laralay
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| Life in Laralay |