| In California I dream of snow
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| And all the places we used to go
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| With the night falling down
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| With the night falling down
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| Now I’m living in Korea Town
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| Waking to the sound of car alarms
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| I remember your face when I showed you the ticket
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| Said you were happy for me, your heart wasn’t in it
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| Just a phone call away
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| Now there’s nothing to say
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| As the days roll by, disconnected
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| In the land where the sun is always shining
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| I’m crying alone, palm trees they laugh at me
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| Another fool playing songs that don’t matter
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| For people who chatter endlessly
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| Another suicide on the 405
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| The Black Dahlia she smiles and smiles
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| It’s the same old town that bled her dry
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| One more starlet one more time
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| Bound to make it do or die
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| Talk a walk to Bonnie Brae
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| Try to wash these dreams away
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| They try to tell me L. A is beautiful when it rains |