| Let it be printed, let it be known
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| I’m leaving you, I’m going home
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| And all you can do is just watch me go
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| I’ve put you down, talked you up, defended your honor
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| And then packed it in and picked it up
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| And all you can do is watch me go
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| From the Eastern seaboard, the landlocked Midwest
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| The Keys, the Alps, the Black Hills and Budapest
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| With my heart in a sling, tail between my legs a-swinging
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| I’m sorry for leaving
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| But when the palm trees bow their heads
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| No matter how wrong I’ve been
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| L.A., you always let me back in
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| And you can bury me when my body breaks
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| In the earth that created me, in the Golden State
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| By my mama and her brother and their mama too
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| 'Cause I had a dream I was carried on backs
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| Of a thousand green birds
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| And they carried me to a place without words
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| And there was nothing, but there was everything
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| And it sounded like this
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| But when the palm trees bow their heads
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| No matter how cruel I’ve been
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| L.A., you always let me back in
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| And when the palm trees bow their heads,
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| No matter how cruel I’ve been,
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| L.A., you always let me back in, in
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| Oh back in, in
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| Oh back in, in |