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Verse 1

Somebody told me Hollywood was slowly burning,

 So I went with my own eyes to see.

 And I landed in places where the make-up on the faces

 Telling stories on color TV.

 But it's hard to believe you can find, what you're looking for,

Anymore.

Verse 2

Somebody told me not to spend it all on Sundays,

So I went with my own eyes to see,

That the doors'll stay open for praying and hopin',

Come and get your share,

If you have a care, oh no.

But it's hard to believe that you can find what you're looking for, anymore.

Chorus

 And the way that I make is my own,

 But I know what I'm in for.

 And it's hard to know how to get home,

 But I know, what I'm in for.

Solo

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Verse 3

I heard a lot of talk about a revolution,

So I went with my own eyes to see,

That I'm confused by the colors of such expensive clothes,

Pays for so many problems I see,

But it's hard to believe that you can find,

What you're looking for, oh no.

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