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Baby, youre a mystery,
A teenage dream that forever has seemed,
So far away, a beautiful mistake,
And the diamonds in your teeth,
Shine a light on the innocence and the tragedy,
With brutal honesty
Complicate me, show me how you feel,
Give me something real
Los Angeles,
Arent we the same?
Waiting for love to come and find us?
Los Angeles, the picture of loneliness,
Brave hearts beat inside us,
Los Angeles
Let me drive you around,
In your Summer clothes, your memories on the radio,
Smile at everyone you know,
Well, everyone says youre a beauty queen,
Cigarette butts and magazines and bad dreams,
But you make me believe
And you complicate me, show me how you feel,
Give me something real,
Something real
Los Angeles,
Arent we the same?
Waiting for love to come and find us?
Los Angeles, the picture of loneliness,
Brave heart beat inside us,
Los Angeles
Los Angeles,
Arent we the same?
Waiting for love to come and find us?
Los Angeles, the picture of loneliness,
Brave hearts beat inside us,
Los Angeles