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With a crash at the door
She fell into my arms
Out of the fires burning down
the Hollywood hills
She wore a torn up couture
Matched the soot on her face
I wet my t-shirt to wipe the grey away

Oh, the lights are shining on her
And the camera loves to roll
but me… my lips have an owner and I’d
Be so apologetical I’d have to explode

In our invisible Inch
She comes to with a sigh
I wear a benefit
that’s hard to hide
though she says it’s alright
But my heart has its pride
The queen of the screen and the beast
from the streets who sings

Oh, the lights are shining on you
And the camera loves to roll
But me my lips have an owner and
I’d be so apologetical I’d have to explode

this town’s burning down
& the smoke in your head
will eat you up
oh, well I guess you know the Hollywood Hills

So the lights are shining on ya and the camera loves to roll
But me… my lips have an owner and I’d be so apologetical I’d have to explode
You might not get it cuz we come from two different worlds
& I kinda got it good and you’re just a face on a wall

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