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Lost in a City of Angels

Innocent little miss honey
With her seraphic heart
Born on the plains of gold
In pursuit of her American Dream

Hitchhiked without money
To the sunset for a fresh start
Into the City of Angels she rolled
Onto the boulevard of broken dreams

Broke, she became a bunny
Concrete jungle working her hard
The circus wheel turning to mold
Forced to produce societies cream

A good audition turned her life sunny
She had been saving smart
Not the money, the heart she controlled
Became an angel of the white screen

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