| Just a little bit west of old Pasadena
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| Is the place I go, I call it home for me Call it what you will, Tinseltown for real
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| It’s the open edge where the debutantes run free
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| Hollywood, California, Rocktown USA
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| Cruising down the stirp is where I’ll be At the Rainbow bar and grill
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| I’ll drink till I get my fill
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| The home of the movie stars is where you’ll find me Gimme gimme home on Sunset
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| Desolation Boulevard I ride
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| Gimme gimme home on Sunset
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| It’s paradise on the faultline tonight
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| Everybody’s lost in the land of Disney
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| Ecstacy and Sister Misery
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| Save your soul boy, but not to the stars
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| Ha ha ha
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| It’s the land of the twenty four hour party
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| And my fist firmly wrapped around a fifth of Bacardi
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| On the Sunset Strip’s where the orphans play tonight
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| So if you wanna get really rude
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| Jus come on down and we’ll get crude
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| Cause there ain’t no place like here
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| Baby I mean nowhere
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| Cause in here’s the land of sun and sin
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| All the freaks here gonna let you in The shooting stars and the poseurs are gonna be there
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| Gimme gimme home on Sunset
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| Desolation Boulevard I ride
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| Gimme gimme home on Sunset
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| It’s paradise on the faultline tonight |