| Sonny’s out strolling…ambling slowly…awash in amber streetlight
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| A Mexican wind blows in, breaking the hold Angelenos have on their halos
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| Motors running muffle all the sound
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| Street talk about big deals going down
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| We got another hot night in a cold town
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| It’s another hot night in a cold town
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| Johnny’s got spare change in his pocket
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| A ring and a watch too hock for a sweet ride
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| A one way ticket’s hidden in his shoe
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| The last few hours Sonny, he’ll spend with you
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| He’s leaving town without a trace
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| No forwarding address, he’ll never have to face…
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| Another hot night in a cold town
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| Hot night in a cold town
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| With the movers and the groovers…cornerboys hanging around
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| Going in and out the doorways…up and down the stairs
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| Stray dogs headed for the pound
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| We got another hot night in a cold town
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| Hot night in a cold, cold, cold…cold town |