All your folks back home
i`ll never tell your this
you`re not supposed to know
where your daughter is
there are ways of life
your never understood
it`s right here
donwtown hollywood
it`s afternoon on sunset boulevard
i`ve got a stolen moment trying hard
to write a kind of christmas card
but i am burning cut again
tonight there is a fever in my veins

mama, dear
all the love your gave
i guess there`s really nothing
nothing much to save
this place is as dirty as i feel myself
there are still some riches
at the roosevelt
that evening prayer
those memories
in my little bedroom, mama, on my knees
that`s whre i`m at
down in los angeles
and i am burning out again
and i must rise above the shame
tonight there`s fever in my veins

just think of the girl i used to be
you were my age once, mama
twenty-three
i can still hear some of the songs you used to play
from that summer of love in `88
seems it`s turned into a winter of hate
and i am burning out again

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