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I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel
I was staring in my empty coffee cup,
I was thinking that the gypsy wasn't lyin',
All the salty margaritas in Los Angeles, I'm gonna drink 'em up
And if California slides into the ocean,
Like the mystics and statistics say it will,
I predict this Motel will be standing, until I pay my bill.
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But don't the sun look angry through the trees,
Don't the trees look like crucified thieves,
Don't you feel like desperados under the eaves,
Heaven help the one who leaves.
Still waking up in the morning with shaking hands,
And I'm trying to find a girl who understands me,
But except in dreams you're never really free,
Don't the sun look angry at me.
I was sitting in the Hollywood Hawaiian Hotel,
I was listening to the air conditioner hum, It went,