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Last days in LA
You saved me, baby, from strange times
You catch me cooking in the kitchen looking in
To the fire
Lover, brother, baker, burnin' at the stake-er
Stick with me
Under the last palm tree
Sip a little water from the dirty fountain
Meant to be, he sum of it all
Oh-oh-oh
Keep me on the tip of your tongue
Oh-oh-oh
It's 1-0-3 in the sun
You don't know what you got
Or what you want when LA's hot
It seems to make you so damn low
You don't know what you want
Or how to stop when LA's not
What you seen in me before
But I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah, I, I blame it on the sun
These nights we've been tearing
Are temporary but spit shines
Surfing the current on an 80 proof serpent
Your red eyes
Lover, brother, raider, hot rod-er
Souped up to the 9's
Sitting on blocks
And every elevator in the city
Says it's going up
When it's on the rocks
Oh-oh-oh
Keep me on the tip of your tongue
Oh-oh-oh
It's 1-0-3 in the sun
You don't know what you got
Or what you want when LA's hot
It seems to make you so damn slow
You don't know what you want
Or how to stop when LA's not
What you seen in me before
But I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah, I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah, I, I blame it on the sun
Yeah, I, I blame it on the sun
WRITERS
Alison Mosshart, Jamie Hince, Paul Epworth, Riley MacIntyre, Robert Adam Stevenson, Stuart White
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
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