Santa Monica

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In Santa Monica, in the wintertime
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The la - zy streets so undemanding
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I walk into the crowd
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In Santa Monica
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You get your coffee from the coolest places on the promenade
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Where people dress just so
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Beauty so unavoidable, everywhere you turn it's there
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I sit and wonder what am I doing here?


Chorus:
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But on the telephone line I am anyone, I am anything I want to be
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I can be a supermodel or Norman Mailer
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And you wouldn't know the difference

Or would you?
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Ooh......


Verse 2:
In Santa Monica, all the people got modern names like Jake or Mandy
And modern bodies too
In Santa Monica, on the boulevard
You'll have to dodge those in-line skaters
Or they'll knock you down
I never felt so lonely
Never felt so out of place
I never wanted something more than this