| These bones they are aching
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| They’re getting weaker every day
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| Like I won’t hear
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| Like those doctors say
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| And they’re aching bad
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| Every single day
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| Like I won’t hear
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| Like they always say
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| So take me back to Hollywood town
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| Where it’s warm now, where it’s warm
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| And the folks 'round here say, Boy you never had it so good
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| You don’t know you’re born, you’re born
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| And I know you don’t like what I’m doing
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| But baby you don’t understand
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| 'Round here it’s okay, not a word you don’t say
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| It’s just blam, blam, blam
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| And I don’t sing hallelujah like I used to when we were at school
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| And it’s working away to feed a habit a day
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| is so tired I could bruise
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| So take me back to Hollywood town
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| Where it’s warm now, where it’s warm
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| And the folks 'round here say, Boy you never had it so good
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| You don’t know you’re born, you’re born
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| This is a hopeless town
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| So get out boy so get out
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| This is a hopeless town
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| But it’s damn damn proud
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| This is a hopeless town
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| So get out boy so get out
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| Before it drags you down |