| Topanga is hot tonight, the city by the bay
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| Has movie stars and liquor stores and soft decay
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| The rumblin' from distant shores sends me to sleep
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| But the facts of life can sometimes make it hard to dream
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| Life rocked me like Mötley
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| Grabbed me by the ribbons in my hair
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| Life rocked me ultra softly
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| Like the heavy metal that you wear
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| I’m flyin' to the moon again, dreamin' about heroin
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| How it gave you everything and took your life away
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| I put you on an aeroplane, destined for a foreign land
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| I hoped that you’d come back again
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| And tell me everything’s okay, ay, babe, yeah
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| Topanga’s hot today, Manson’s in the air
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| And all my friends have gone, 'cause they still feel him here
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| I want to leave, I’ll probably stay another year
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| It’s hard to leave when absolutely nothing’s clear
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| Life rocked me like Mötley
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| Bad beginnin' to my new year
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| Life rocked me ultra softly
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| Like the heavy metal that you hear
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| I’m flyin' to the moon again, dreamin' about heroin
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| And how it gave you everything and took your life away
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| I put you on the aeroplane, destined for a foreign land
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| I thought that you’d come back again
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| To tell me everything’s okay, ay, babe, yeah
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| (It's fucking hot, hot) Winter in the city
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| Somethin' 'bout this weather made these kids go crazy
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| (It's hot) Even for February
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| Somethin' 'bout this sun has made these kids get scary
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| Oh, writin' in blood on my walls and shit
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| Like, ah, oh my God
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| Jumpin' off from the walls into the docks and shit
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| Oh, ho ho ho, I’d be lyin' if I said I wasn’t sick of it
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| Baby (Baby), come on (Come on), come on (Come on)
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| I’m flyin' to the moon again, dreamin' about marzipan
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| Taking all my medicine to take my thoughts away
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| I’m getting on that aeroplane, leavin' my old man again
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| I hope that I come back one day
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| To tell you that I really changed, baby
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| (It's hot, hot) Somethin' 'bout the city
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| Don’t know what it is, it makes my head get crazy
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| Oh, makes me feel like I can change
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| Oh, ho ho ho, all of my evil ways and shit
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| Oh, I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t sick of it |