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I don't want to sit here just hanging around |
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What am I doing hanging with this crowd |
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Too many things to do and see |
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I can't sympathies with your apathy |
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Now my town's a ghost town |
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And that's okay |
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Meet me at The Farmer's Market |
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Make it today |
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The hunchbacks of Fairfax are out of sight |
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A hunk of burnin' Myrna's gonna catch my eye |
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It's no wonder, no small wonder |
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It's no wonder, no small wonder |
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It's no wonder, no small |
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Just a hop off the bus |
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Forget about the fuss |
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Too many things to do and see |
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Huge wonder |
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Hollywood Boulevard, now that's a scene |
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Punk rock jail bait and G.I. teens |
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The children of the night and the critics know |
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The only god on earth is Axl Rose |
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It's no wonder, no small wonder |
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It's no wonder, no small wonder |
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It's no wonder, no small |
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Just a hop off the bus |
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Forget about the fuss |
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Too many things to do and see |
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Huge wonder |
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It's no wonder, no small wonder |
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It's no wonder, no small wonder |
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It's no wonder, no small |
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Just a hop off the bus |
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Forget about the fuss |
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Too many things to do and see |
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Huge wonder |
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It's no wonder, no small wonder |
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Huge wonder |
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It's no wonder, no small wonder |
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Huge wonder |
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It's no wonder, no small wonder |
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Huge wonder |
