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Two a.m. stumbling landsdowne street
I am burned I am used
Standing in the middle of Kenmore square
Is marilyn
With flowers in her hands

I am awake driving eighty
Through the Dakota plains
Standing in the middle of the wet road
Is marilyn
With flowers in her hands

And a sign that reads
Come to l.a.
We are all tired of the fight
I run around to find
Flowers on the ground
And marilyn gone in the sky

Eight a.m. later that summer
Down past the viper room
Standing in a Texaco station
Is marilyn
With flowers in her hands

For me

And she smiles and says
This is not a dream
I came all this way to say
I love you
And welcome to l.a.

So this is l.a.