Laurel was a girl i knew,
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Made of dirt and stone
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Pretty hip in younger times,
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Now she sits alone
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With a hundred thousand,
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Beat up architectural disasters
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She calls homes
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Beverly glen was pretty
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All the rich boys loved her curves
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She tried to get the credit sometimes
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More than she deserved
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Like those cheesy 80's movies
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She epitomized all things
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We'd come to know
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Beachwood was a boheme
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From the sexy 60's scene
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Grew up east of w. hollywood
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And somewhere in between
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All the madness laurel puts up with, but
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Somehow always tolerates a scene
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Nicols had a lot in common
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With performing arts
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A and r guys having cookouts
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On her back with super stars
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But she had some nasty habits and some
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Roadwork to repair this drama queen
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Sometimes beachwood yelled at laurel
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On the terms of selling out
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Then laurel yelled at beverly
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For not knowing what life's about
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With her trust fund friends and family,
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It felt just like an earthquake
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When she'd shout
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And silverlake just stood there
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With her nose up in the air
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Pushing up her horn rimmed glasses saying,
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I dont fucking care
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Bout the drama all you idiots are buying,
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Selling, leasing, up there
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San fernando was a struggling actor
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Drove a deli truck to the sets of porno
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Movies, just trying to make a buck
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While his pilot sits in escrow, he dreams of
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Dating beverly one day
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When Canyons Ruled The City
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Butch Walker |