Wake me. From the American dream. Take me. Far from this scene.
You make me. What I am today. Now shake me. Til I say I'm okay.
My lips are out of reach, from your poisoned mistletoe. Or am I lying through my teeth? Are you smart enough to know?
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Peg Enwistle And The Hollywood Sign
There's a calm before the storm. And California is quiet.
So I'll sing the world your praises when the west coast starts to riot.