| It’s a silver mornin'
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| People getting' up above the city
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| Hot sun is-a comin'
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| And the buck and doe will sleep above the city
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| California hilltop mornin' in the gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown
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| California hilltop mornin' in the chaparral above the cinnamon town
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| High on the hill above the cinnamon town
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| Oh, you gotta run with your dog and chase a covey of quail
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| Or hear a motorcycle reachin' on the Beechwood Trail
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| Burnin' in the sun!
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| City of the Angels!
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| Silver mornin'
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| Smoke hangin' over the city
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| Hot sun is-a pourin'
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| Down through the clouds into the city
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| California hilltop mornin' in the gold and the olive and the cinnamon brown
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| California hilltop mornin' in the chaparral above the cinnamon town
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| High on a hill above the cinnamon town
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| Oh, oh, you gotta run with your dog and chase a covey of quail
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| Or hear a motorcycle reachin' on the Beechwood Trail
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| Oh! |
| City of the Angels!
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| Silver mornin'
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| Smog hangin' over the city
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| Hot sun is-a pourin'
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| Down through the clouds into the city
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| (Pourin' like a fire through the city)
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| Down through the clouds into the city
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| No… city…
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| (Got to feel it, got to breathe it, don’t you know it!) |