| There’s a place where you can go
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| Music’s hot and lights are low
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| But there’s something you should know
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| Before the night is through
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| 'Neath a buzzing neon sign
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| Dressed in style so cool and refined
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| Stands a man from another time
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| Who’s calling out to you
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| There in the night that has heard a thousand voices
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| Whispered a thousand names
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| Sang out a thousand love songs
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| He lives his Hollywood nocturne
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| There’s a place he’d like to go
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| Where it’s cool and lights are low
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| But the shadows won’t let go
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| They dance and call his name
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| As he roams the streets at night
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| Haunted by this devil sight
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| There’s a man in dark red light
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| Who’s calling out to you
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| There in the night that has heard a thousand voices
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| Whispered a thousand names
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| Sang out a thousand love songs
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| He lives his Hollywood nocturne
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| His Hollywood nocturne
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| His Hollywood nocturne |