| A long December and there’s reason to believe
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| Maybe this year will be better than the last
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| I can’t remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin'
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| Now the days go by so fast
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| And it’s one more day up in the canyons
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| And it’s one more night in Hollywood
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| If you think that I could be forgiven I wish you would
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| The smell of hospitals in winter
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| And the feeling that it’s all a lot of oysters, but no pearls
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| All at once you look across a crowded room
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| To see the way that light attaches to a girl
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| And it’s one more day up in the canyons
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| And it’s one more night in Hollywood
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| If you think you might come to California I think you should
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| Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a. |
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| And we talked a little while about the year
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| I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower
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| Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her
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| And it’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe
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| Maybe this year will be better than the last
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| I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
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| To hold on to these moments as they pass
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| And it’s one more day up in the canyon
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| And it’s one more night in Hollywood
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| It’s been so long since I’ve seen the ocean I guess I should
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| Maybe this year will be better than the last |