| Song | Time Spent In Los Angeles |
| Artist | Dawes |
| Album | Stripped Down at Grimey's |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| these days my friends don’t seem to know me | |
| without my suitcase in my hand | |
| where I am standing still | |
| I seem to disappear | |
| but maybe that's how I found you | |
| maybe that's taugh me exactly what I want | |
| maybe meeting you so far away from home | |
| is what makes it all so clear | |
| but you got that special kind of sadness | |
| you got that tragic set of charms [chorus] | |
| that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
| makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
| when people ask me where I come from | |
| to see what that says about man | |
| I only end up giving bad directions | |
| that never lead them there at all | |
| it’s something written in the head lights | |
| is something swimming in my drink | |
| and if I were the moon | |
| it would be exactly where I fall | |
| cause you got that special kind of sadness | |
| you got that tragic set of charms [chorus] | |
| that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
| makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
| I used to think someone would love me | |
| for places I have been | |
| and the dirt I have been gathering | |
| deep beneath my nails | |
| but now I know what I’ve been missing | |
| and I’m going home to make it mine | |
| and I'll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails. | |
| but you got that special kind of sadness | |
| you got that tragic set of charms [chorus] x2 | |
| that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
| makes me wanna wrap you in my arms |
| these days my friends don' t seem to know me | |
| without my suitcase in my hand | |
| where I am standing still | |
| I seem to disappear | |
| but maybe that' s how I found you | |
| maybe that' s taugh me exactly what I want | |
| maybe meeting you so far away from home | |
| is what makes it all so clear | |
| but you got that special kind of sadness | |
| you got that tragic set of charms chorus | |
| that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
| makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
| when people ask me where I come from | |
| to see what that says about man | |
| I only end up giving bad directions | |
| that never lead them there at all | |
| it' s something written in the head lights | |
| is something swimming in my drink | |
| and if I were the moon | |
| it would be exactly where I fall | |
| cause you got that special kind of sadness | |
| you got that tragic set of charms chorus | |
| that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
| makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
| I used to think someone would love me | |
| for places I have been | |
| and the dirt I have been gathering | |
| deep beneath my nails | |
| but now I know what I' ve been missing | |
| and I' m going home to make it mine | |
| and I' ll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails. | |
| but you got that special kind of sadness | |
| you got that tragic set of charms chorus x2 | |
| that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
| makes me wanna wrap you in my arms |
| these days my friends don' t seem to know me | |
| without my suitcase in my hand | |
| where I am standing still | |
| I seem to disappear | |
| but maybe that' s how I found you | |
| maybe that' s taugh me exactly what I want | |
| maybe meeting you so far away from home | |
| is what makes it all so clear | |
| but you got that special kind of sadness | |
| you got that tragic set of charms chorus | |
| that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
| makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
| when people ask me where I come from | |
| to see what that says about man | |
| I only end up giving bad directions | |
| that never lead them there at all | |
| it' s something written in the head lights | |
| is something swimming in my drink | |
| and if I were the moon | |
| it would be exactly where I fall | |
| cause you got that special kind of sadness | |
| you got that tragic set of charms chorus | |
| that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
| makes me wanna wrap you in my arms | |
| I used to think someone would love me | |
| for places I have been | |
| and the dirt I have been gathering | |
| deep beneath my nails | |
| but now I know what I' ve been missing | |
| and I' m going home to make it mine | |
| and I' ll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails. | |
| but you got that special kind of sadness | |
| you got that tragic set of charms chorus x2 | |
| that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles | |
| makes me wanna wrap you in my arms |