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I got friends in New York City
'Cause everyone I know left town
That's the place your day lit dreams go
Where you can't see the sun go down

Hold your head up, you're a beacon
You pull me northward in my car
You don't have to hit the big time, baby
We know who you are

I got friends in LA County
Where the hillsides shine like stars
And the people float like gold dust
Through the red rope district bars

Hold your head up, you're a beacon
You pull me westward in my car
You don't have to hit the big time, baby
We know who you are

Hold your head up, you're a beacon
Don't let them think you've come that far
You were always standing in the spotlight, baby
We know who you are

It's getting cold out on that big lake
And the water's painted blue
Don't let the skyline fool you, baby
You know what to do
You know what to do
You know what to do

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