Intro (after bass): D A E x2

Verse:
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Laurel was a girl I knew, made of dirt and stone
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Pretty hip in younger years, but now she sits alone
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With a hundred thousand architectural disasters that
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She calls homes
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Beverly Glen was pretty, all the rich boys loved her curves
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She tried to get the credit, sometimes more than she deserved
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Like those cheesy 80's movies, epitomizing all things
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We'd come to know

Chorus: D A E x2

Verse 2:
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Beachwood was a boheme from the sexy 60's scene
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Grew up east of west Hollywood and somewhere in between
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All the madness Laurel puts up with, 
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But somehow always tolerates a scene
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Nicols, he had a way with the performing arts
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A&R guys having cookouts on his back with super stars
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But he had some nasty habits and some potholes to
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Cover up this drama queen

Chorus: D A E x2

Verse 3:
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Sometimes Beachwood yelled at Laurel over terms of selling out
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Then Laurel yelled at Beverly for not knowing what life's about
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With her trust fund friends and family, it felt like an earthquake
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When she'd shout
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And Silverlake just stood there, with her nose up in the air
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Pushing up her horn rimmed glasses saying, 
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"I don't fucking care about the madness all you idiots are buying,
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Selling and leasing up there"

Chorus: D A E x2
E
San Fernando was a struggling actor who drove a deli truck 
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On the sets of porno movies, he was just trying to make a buck
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While his pilot was in escrow, he dreamed of
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Dating Beverly one day