| L.A. lady you always look so uninspired
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| When you’re hanging around
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| Living with creeps and loving with liars
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| And everybody knows it’s true
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| That all you’re ever gonna be is entertainment
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| So entertain me
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| You shiver when they wake up
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| And once more before they’re gone
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| And even when you’re sleeping baby
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| You’re barely holding on
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| L.A. lady I know your feet must be so tired
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| From standing on a corner stomping out cigarettes like they were fires
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| The daughter of a thousand men
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| You’ve got your mothers eyes and whorish skin
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| You’re a train wreck
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| But that’s entertainment
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| You shiver when they wake up
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| And once more before they’re gone
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| And even when you’re sleeping baby you’re barely holding on
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| So throw your skin back in your clothes
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| And wipe the blood running from your nose
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| 'cause if the price is right tonight anything goes
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| Too many lines, one too many times
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| You’re sharing the same vein
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| With your stage name
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| But it never quite feels the same
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| It never quite feels the same
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| I said, it never quite feels the same
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| You shiver when they wake up
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| And once more before they’re gone
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| And even when you’re sleeping baby you’re barely holding on
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| So throw your skin back in your clothes
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| And wipe the blood running from your nose
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| 'cause if the price is right tonight anything goes
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| Too many lines, one too many times
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| You’re sharing the same vein
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| With your stage name
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| But it never quite feels the same
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| It never quite feels the same |