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| But we’re spending eighteen hours in bed
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| Cahuenga blvd
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| Our friends are friends with stars
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| Cahuenga blvd
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| Our friends are friends with stars
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| And they know who we are
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| Cahuenga blvd
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| Our friends are friends with stars
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| And they know who we are
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| Cahuenga blvd
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| Our friends are friends with stars
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| And they know who we are
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| Cahuenga blvd
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| Our friends are friends with stars
|
| And they know who we are
|
| Cahuenga blvd
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| Our friends are friends with stars
|
| And they know who we are
|
| Cahuenga blvd
|
| Our friends are friends with stars
|
| And they know who we are
|
| We could go paint this city red
|
| But we’re spending eighteen hours in bed
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| Nothing that we can’t order in |