| I walk without flinching through this burning aftermath
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| Hollywood is on fire again
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| A sign something is about to happen
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| I can hear the bell ring in the distance
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| Death is upon us.
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| These streets are lined with lies
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| LA’s an ugly face that wears a good disguise
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| This town has lost it’s shine
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| The hills have desperate eyes
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| I breathe without feeling the sweet scent of regret in the air
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| Too close for comfort too far to care
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| I can hear the warm winds blow through the trees
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| And something tells me
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| It’s time to leave
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| These streets are lined with lies
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| LA’s an ugly face that wears a good disguise
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| This town has lost it’s shine
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| The hills have desperate eyes
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| This town has lost it’s shine
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| The hills have desperate eyes
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| The walls are closing in
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| The walls are closing in again
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| Face down on the motherfucking pavement
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| The walls are closing in
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| The walls are closing in again
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| I can feel the heat and six degrees of separation
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| This town has lost it’s shine
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| The hills have desperate eyes
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| This town has lost it’s shine
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| The hills have desperate eyes
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| La Ciudad de la Ruina — La Ciudad de la Ruina
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| La Ciudad de la Ruina — La Ciudad de la Ruina |