| I hang my head down on Hollywood
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| 'Cause either way you look down it’s just stars
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| And I’m making my way down the Cherokee
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| To get drunk in a bar
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| And I know my friends, they worry about me
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| I can see it written on their face
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| Despite anything that I said before
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| The bar is a beautiful place
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| Sha na na na na, sha la la la, sh la la la
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| Sha na na na na, sha na na na, sh la la la
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| I got a cold in my heart that the doctor can’t feel
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| He said «Go get you a beer»
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| But they don’t let the sunshine come in here
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| Sha la. |
| sha la la la
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| Where the hookers and thieves and the junkies play
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| It’s a circus 'round here for sure
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| And I worry about how I’m fitting in
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| If I only had her
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| And I know my friends they worry about me
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| I see it written on their face
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| But despite anything I might have said before
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| The bar is a beautiful place
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| Sha na na na na, sha na na na, sh la la la
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| Sha na na na na, sha na na na, na na na, sh la la la
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| Ain’t it strange, I see your face in the window of a store
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| Holding me back from throwing my bottles out at the cars
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| Sha la. |
| sha la la la
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| So hey there, Miss Samuels
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| Hey Laura, I’m thinking of you
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| Would you take an old drunk as-is
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| If he was sweet to you
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| And tomorrow, you’ll probably give up on me
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| I won’t blame you, hell I’ll celebrate
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| 'Cause despite anything you may have ever said to me
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| The bar is a beautiful place
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| Sha na na na na, sha na na na, sh la la
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| Sha na na na na, sha na na na, sh la la |