| She’d been lost on sunset and found in a dumpster
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| On western avenue
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| Dead in the manner that the living would never envy
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| One red shoe missing and the gold dress all ripped up and something weird
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| Written across her stomach with her own lipstick
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| She’d been toxic drunk
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| When she met the guy
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| With the soft woody harrelson smile
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| And the homicide eyes
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| Only beat coke and bike queen amphetamine
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| Were keeping her vertical
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| When she accepted
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| His offer of a hundred
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| And stepped into his van
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| Word on the street was the cops had him for two hours
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| Later the same night on a traffic beef
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| But they let him go
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| She’d done a walk-on in married with children
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| And «900 heat» commercial
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| So maybe you stretch things
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| And call her a movie star
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| But isn’t everyone a dead movie star at sunset and western
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| He couldn’t handle the voices in his head no more
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| The ones who sounded like shelly winters and e. |
| emmett walsh
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| And all the desperate things they wanted him to do
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| And on saturday nights,
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| He would call the tv shrink on the eerie
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| Late night
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| Call-in show
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| He couldn’t tell the tv shrink about the voices
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| And all the dark and terrible things they said
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| Or even that he was an officer
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| In the los angeles police department
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| The tv shrink
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| Seemed to think
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| It was something to do
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| With his wanting to fuck his mother
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| Bu that wasn’t the case at all
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| And even the fifth of scotch and the forty seconal
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| Didn’t stop the voices
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| In fact
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| The sons of bitches kept right on
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| Talking at him
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| And talking at him
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| And talking at him
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| And talking at him
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| All the ay to the final fade
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| Talking at him
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| About the woman in the gold dress
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| And the things that he had done to her
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| E. emmett walsh had wanted him
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| To blow his brains out in his car
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| On the freeway
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| In the rush hour
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| «you get on tv that way
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| You’ll be a godamned movie star».
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| But isn’t everyone a dead movie star
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| In a black and white
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| At sunset and western
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| At 12th and alvarado
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| At hollywood and argyle
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| At selma and ivar
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| Everyone’s a dead movie star |