| You exhaust me you know
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| Bellowing black exhaust pipe smoke
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| And the smut won’t wash from this unsuitable immigrant skin
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| Such a villainous grace
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| Oh I don’t know what you’ve done to your face
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| Some nights I can’t figure out quite where your heart is
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| Oh Los Angeles, be kind
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| No more trouble or red lights
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| I can learn to love you in good time
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| Oh Los Angeles, be kind
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| I read you all wrong
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| So I get drunk just to feel I belong
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| By a river so dry it’s barely a river at all
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| And we suck one another at night
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| Fire pistols and cover our eyes
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| And we waltz unseen behind Hollywood’s ballroom doors
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| Oh Los Angeles, be kind
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| No more headaches or fist fights
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| We can live with each other
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| It just takes time
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| Oh Los Angeles, be kind
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| Take me to bed with a painkiller
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| Say goodnight
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| Oh Los Angeles, be kind |