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• Artiste: She Wants Revenge
• Titre: ... And A Song For Los Angeles
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10 past 7, the streets are cold eyes, watching ahead of them With no good reason and not break down, she sighs and stares at the overpass Full of all the reasons she's leaving town she swears that it will be better then If only she could see it'll follow her always and then it's suddenly overcast Love your troubled ways we can make them all mine Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline of a city where the angels found it fit to name Against the black shine a million little white lights Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late nights And the voices cry, "Lover, it'll be all right!" Fair, young city of privilege, make-believe until it becomes true Following in the traces of someone else's lies but it doesn't become you She said, "It's not a full moon yet," and, her body, it seems to agree There's a map to the stars on the sidewalk, though I don't know what you hope to see. Love your troubled ways we can make them all mine Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline of a city where the angels found it fit to name Against the black shine a million little white lights Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late nights Still the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright!" She misses the seasons and stay at home nights Man, you should have seen her bathed in sunset, red lights Please tell her, "I love her" but the city won't change It's cold and unflinching Ever lovely and strange Love your troubled ways we can make them all mine Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline of a city where the angels found it fit to name Against the black shine a million little white lights Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late nights And the voices cry, "Lover, it'll be all right!" Love your troubled ways we can make them all mine Santa Ana's blow our stories 'cross the skyline of a city where the angels found it fit to name Against the black shine a million little white lights Afraid to merge, so we hide behind late nights Still the voices cry, "Lover, it will be alright!" (Thanks to swrlover for correcting these lyrics)