.You exhaust me you know,
Bellowing black exhaust pipe smoke,
And the smut wont wash from this unsuitable immigrant skin.
Such a villainous grace,
Oh I don't know what you've done to your face,
Some nights I cant figure out quite where your heart is.
Oh Los Angeles, be kind.
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