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    When it's grey in L.A. I sure like it that way
    Cause there's way too much sunshine round here
    I don't know about you I get so sick of blue skies
    Whenever they always appear

    And I sure love the sound of the rain pouring down
    On my carport roof made out of tin
    If there's a flood then there's gonna be mudslides
    We all have to pay for our sin

    And I suppose that they'll close canyon roads
    And the freeways will all start to clog
    And the waters will rise and you won't be surprised
    When your whole house smells like your wet dog

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    When it's grey in L.A. it's much better that way
    It reminds you that this town's so cruel
    Yeah it might feel like fun when you're sportin' sunglasses
    But really you're one more fool

    And I'm just a chump
    And this whole town's a dump
    We came out here to dump all our dreams
    Of making it big but we're stuck in a sig alert nightmare
    That's just how it seems

    And I suppose Laurie David sure knows
    All those cars we drive heat up our earth
    And sea temperatures rise and those constant blue skies
    And brush fires can sure curb your mirth

    Brad Grey's in L.A. yeah OK I should stay here
    There's no place that's better i know
    For a wannabe star stuck in a car
    On a freeway with nowhere to go

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    Composición: Loudon Wainwright Iii

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