L.A. lady you always look so uninspired
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when you're hanging around
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living with creeps and loving with liars
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and everybody knows it's true
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that all you're ever gonna be is entertainment
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so entertain me
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you shiver when they wake up
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and once more before they're gone
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and even when you're sleeping baby
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you're barely holding on
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L.A. lady I know your feet must be so tired
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from standing on a corner stomping out cigarettes like they were fires
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the daughter of a thousand men
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you've got your mothers eyes and whorish skin
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you're a train wreck
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but that's entertainment
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you shiver when they wake up
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and once more before they're gone
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and even when you're sleeping baby you're barely holding on
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so throw your skin back in your clothes
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and wipe the blood running from your nose
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'cause if the price is right tonight anything goes
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too many lines, one too many times
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you're sharing the same vein
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with your stage name
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but it never quite feels the same
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it never quite feels the same
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I said, it never quite feels the same
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you shiver when they wake up
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and once more before they're gone
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and even when you're sleeping baby you're barely holding on
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so throw your skin back in your clothes
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and wipe the blood running from your nose
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'cause if the price is right tonight anything goes
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too many lines, one too many times
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you're sharing the same vein
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with your stage name
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but it never quite feels the same
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it never quite feels the same
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White Guilt
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The Bronx |