| Livin' in the moonlight, lookin' at the hills
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| But the hills don’t shine right
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| Lookin' at her nose but the shit don’t blow right
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| Gesundheit
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| Your mom say «You can change your face but the pain won’t go away»
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| Addicted to the fame but the fame is momentarily reality
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| The creeps are crawling up to the doorways
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| They’re dying to find out what’s inside
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| The creeps are always posting their photos
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| To show off what they’re lacking inside
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| There is no such thing as love in LA
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| Plastic people don’t got nothing to say
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| They’re judging me, I’m judging you
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| We ain’t got nothing else to do
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| There’s no such thing as love in LA
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| Livin' on Melrose in motel rooms
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| Up all night drinkin' till the day shows
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| With the B-list and the C-list
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| And the demons comin' till I see shit
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| On a private jet but you can’t afford your rent
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| Gettin' high with fake friends 'cause that’s all you got
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| The creeps are crawling up to the doorways
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| They’re dying to find out what’s inside
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| The creeps are always posting their photos
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| To show off what they’re lacking inside
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| There is no such thing as love in LA
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| Plastic people don’t got nothing to say
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| They’re judging me, I’m judging you
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| We ain’t got nothing else to do
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| There’s no such thing as love in LA
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| I’m late for my own premiere
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| Maybe I should leave, my dear
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| I don’t feel a thing out here
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| But it seems to me that the demons of the city
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| Wanna keep me here
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| They wanna keep me here
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| There is no such thing as love in LA
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| Plastic people don’t got nothing to say
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| They’re judging me, I’m judging you
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| We ain’t got nothing else to do
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| There’s no such thing as love in LA
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| There is no such thing as love in LA
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| I said, «There's no such thing as love in LA! |
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