Here, In L.A.
If I lived in The Bay
I'd live day by day
In Atlanta
New York
or Maine.
But, you see, in L.A.
There's no time to play.
In college, I work every day
Just to stay.
And deep in my head
The demons lay dead
But their corpses still reek of
Sweat and Tears.
Because here, in L.A.
There's a price to pay
With blood and hard work
That drive some to face their fears.
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