L.A.'s the place of dreams
Or so it seems
Is there a
And then it came at the end of all time
A
It's been a few days
Since you've left and said goodbye
There's
Cultic regimes, money to scheme
False religions, beware
Caught in the grip,
Smoke and fire on your lips again
Desire strikes you out
Take what you can
Try to take it all
That's what you
I've often heard about a place so far away
No man
Imagine you are standing on a stage
In another time, in
You are the beauty of life
Carry that thought in your
Seven years later, I'm still at war
The flesh and the
Lay her down, commence to drill
A primo murder, the legal
There's a mountain up in the Havens
That can never ever
Take the book of life, he said, is his name
She was strange and so I loved her
Her red hair
Which keep coming in from all over the globe
Confirming it
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