Moonlight Over the Hollywood Hills
Stardust burning your eyes,
Colors you long to touch,
Lots of luck
dreamin' your way out of this one,
you've run out of time;
Your covered in dust;
Touch the waves with your toe,
Feel the joyful breeze:
the joyful lack of direction
the total lack of frustration
and always the smell of the ocean;
There's a reason
the stars make California their home;
It's the place everyone sings about
the ocean, the stars, the sun
lot's of luck
dreamin' your way out of this one
your already gone.
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