Los Angeles from Terrible Things by A Piano In Every Home

Just so I said it
Yea I think you were the best that I ever had
Just don’t forget it
You’re maybe one or two in a million

Just to regret it
Let’s run around town do something stupid
Just to sunset this
Let’s draw a line with a cloud blown through it

Don’t count on me
I’ll be leaving town in a long black limousine
Don’t count on me
I’ll be somewhere write this down
Way past Los Angeles

There’s patience and waiting
If you were mine, never mind, let’s stay in
The sky’s on fire tonight
What’s your name, anyway, that’s alright

Just don’t count on me
I’ll be leaving town in a long black limousine
Don’t count on me
I’ll be somewhere write this down
Way past Los Angeles
I’ll be somewhere waves rolling out
Way past Los Angeles
I’ll be somewhere say it out loud
Way past Los Angeles

Way past Los Angeles

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