| I'll wait here,
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| You're crazy,
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| Those vicious streets are filled with strays,
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| You should have never gone to Hollywood.
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| They find you,
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| Two-time you,
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| Say you're the best they've ever seen,
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| You should have never trusted Hollywood.
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| I wrote you,
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| And told you,
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| You were the biggest fish out here,
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| You should have never gone to Hollywood.
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| They take you,
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| And make you,
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| They look at you in disgusting ways,
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| You should have never trusted Hollywood.
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| I was standing on the wall,
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| Feeling ten feet tall,
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| All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard,
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| This is my front page,
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| This is my new age,
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| All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
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| All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard.
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| All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
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| Phony people come to pray,
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| Look at all of them beg to stay,
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| Phony people come to pray.
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| (The lines in the letter said, "We have gone to Hackensack")
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| Look at all of them beg to stay
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| Phony people come to pray.
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| All you maggots smoking fags on Santa Monica Boulevard,
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| All you maggots smoking fags out there on Sunset Boulevard.
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| All you maggots smoking fags out there on Hollywood Boulevard.
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| You should have never trusted Hollywood.
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| You should have never gone to Hollywood.
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| All you bitches put your hands in the air and wave them like you just don't care.
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| You should have never trusted Hollywood. |