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Are you from L.A. baby
Are you mine?
I heard that you were new in town
And you were looking fine
Have you got cheap tattoos left over
From all the wild nights?
That you were running free
To keep it all in sight
And she said
Where do I start?
How can I lead you on
Before I break your heart?
I'm sorry if you thought that this would last
When do I start letting you know
That all these tricks are just for show?
And I'm not sure I'll ever find the one
Are you from Tokyo and have you
Traveled 'round the world?
To find a place that doesn't always
Look and feel like home
Have you got great ambitions
Are you feeling so inspired?
I wish that I could get a taste
Of what that feeling's like
And she said
Where do I start?
How can I lead you on
Before I break your heart?
I'm sorry if you thought that this would last
When do I start letting you know
That all these tricks are just for show?
And I'm not sure I'll ever find the one
Six-string lovers and a pickup line
Mixed up senses craving peace of mind
In 18 months, they ran out of time
Just like lipstick stains on a shirt of mine
Bleeding through like blood red wine
But no one seems to look you in the eye
Are you mine?
I heard that you were new in town
And you were looking fine
Have you got cheap tattoos left over
From all the wild nights?
That you were running free
To keep it all in sight
And she said
Where do I start?
How can I lead you on
Before I break your heart?
I'm sorry if you thought that this would last
When do I start letting you know
That all these tricks are just for show?
And I'm not sure I'll ever find the one
Are you from Tokyo and have you
Traveled 'round the world?
To find a place that doesn't always
Look and feel like home
Have you got great ambitions
Are you feeling so inspired?
I wish that I could get a taste
Of what that feeling's like
And she said
Where do I start?
How can I lead you on
Before I break your heart?
I'm sorry if you thought that this would last
When do I start letting you know
That all these tricks are just for show?
And I'm not sure I'll ever find the one
Six-string lovers and a pickup line
Mixed up senses craving peace of mind
In 18 months, they ran out of time
Just like lipstick stains on a shirt of mine
Bleeding through like blood red wine
But no one seems to look you in the eye
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Writer(s): Andrew Gatland
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