West Indian Girl
to die in la
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We see bright lights, another day, I'm waking up
Into the street, stay on beat, here it comes
Believe, so I get high to lift myself, remembering
I'm running late, I'm running late, here it comes
And you don't know how you got there
You don't know why you got there
Inside, Sunday, Monday, pass the time away
Friday, Saturday's on, here it comes
La, dee, da and the world's a song that plays along
La, dee, da, dee, day to die in LA
And you don't know how you got there
You don't know why you got there
Looking outside outside of yourself