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Introdução: C F
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Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a
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blue,
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St. Anne's skirts are billowing
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But down here in the city of the lime-lights,
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The fans of Santa Ana are witherin'.
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And you can't deny that living is easy,
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If you never look behind the scenery.
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It's showtime for dry climes,
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And Bedlam is dreamin' of rain.
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When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',
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Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.
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So many lives on the breeze,
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Even the stars are ill at ease.
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And Los Angeles is burnin'.
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This is not a test,
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Of the emergency broadcast system,
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When Malibu fires and radio towers,
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Conspire to dance again.
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And I cannot believe the media Mecca,
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They're only trying to peddle reality, catch it on
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prime time, story at nine.
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The whole world is goin' insane.
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When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',
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Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.
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So many lives on the breeze,
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Even the stars are ill at ease.
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And Los Angeles is burnin'.
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A placard reads,
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The end of days,
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Jacaranda bows are bending in the haze
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More a question than a curse,
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How could hell be any worse?
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The flames are stunnin',
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The cameras runnin',
So take warnin'.
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When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin',
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Palm trees are candles in the murder wind.
Am Em
So many lives on the breeze,
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Even the stars are ill at ease.
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And Los Angeles is burnin'.
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