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LA Song (lyrics by David Greenwalt)
Pretty girl on every corner/Sunshine turns the sky to gold/Warm, warm, it's always warm here/I can't take the cold Streets littered with diamonds/Everyone is glistening/The whole world shines so brightly/I can't see a thing She's pretty as a picture/She's like a golden ring/Circles me with love and laughter/I can't feel a thing Sky's gonna open/People gonna pray and crawl/Gonna rain down fire/Gonna burn us all
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