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                     (Source: as heard) 
                    
                        
                             | Yeah. | 
                         
                        
                             | Yeah. | 
                         
                        
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                             | Why did we ever come so far? | 
                         
                        
                             | I knew I'd seen it all before. | 
                         
                        
                             | Tall buildings reach up in vain. | 
                         
                        
                             | Tinseltown is in the rain. | 
                         
                        
                             | I know now love was so exciting. | 
                         
                        
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                             | Tinseltown in the rain, | 
                         
                        
                             | All men and women, | 
                         
                        
                             | Here we are, caught up in this vague rhythm. | 
                         
                        
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                             | One day, this love will all blow over. | 
                         
                        
                             | Time for leaving the parade. | 
                         
                        
                             | Is there a place in this city, | 
                         
                        
                             | A place to always feel this way? | 
                         
                        
                             | And hey, there's a red car in the fountain. | 
                         
                        
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                             | Tinseltown in the rain, | 
                         
                        
                             | All men and women, | 
                         
                        
                             | Here we are, caught up in this vague rhythm | 
                         
                        
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                             | Tinseltown in the rain, | 
                         
                        
                             | All men and women. | 
                         
                        
                             | Here we are, caught up in this vague rhythm. | 
                         
                        
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                             | Do I love you? | 
                         
                        
                             | Yes, I love you. | 
                         
                        
                             | Will we always be happy-go-lucky? | 
                         
                        
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                             | Do I love you? | 
                         
                        
                             | Yes, I love you, | 
                         
                        
                             | But it's easy come, and it's easy go. | 
                         
                        
                             | All this talking is only bravado. | 
                         
                        
                             | Yeah, | 
                         
                        
                             | Yeah. | 
                         
                        
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                             | Tinseltown in the rain, | 
                         
                        
                             | All men and women. | 
                         
                        
                             | Here we are, caught up in this vague rhythm. | 
                         
                        
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                             | Tinseltown in the rain, | 
                         
                        
                             | All men and women. | 
                         
                        
                             | Here we are, caught up in this vague rhythm. | 
                         
                        
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                             | Tinseltown is in the rain, | 
                         
                        
                             | Tinseltown is in the rain, | 
                         
                        
                             | Tinseltown is in the rain, | 
                         
                        
                             | Tinseltown is in the rain, | 
                         
                        
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                             | Tinseltown in the rain, | 
                         
                        
                             | All men and women, yeah, | 
                         
                        
                             | Here we are, caught up in this vague rhythm. | 
                         
                        
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                             | Tinseltown in the rain, | 
                         
                        
                             | All men and women, yeah, | 
                         
                        
                             | Here we are, caught up in this vague rhythm. | 
                         
                     
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