Lyrics

Detox, Detox where are you? You coulda saved me from a disaster What with all these cell phone numbers It's gonna be weeks cleaning off my dresser I love it, I hate it I can't live without I love it, I hate it, baby The first time's the worst time Then you become so uncomfortably numb That you can't hide the fake smile Stare into space with a look on your face That says: gotta get outta Los Angeles So blind I can't see Gotta get outta Los Angeles Gotta get Los Angeles Outta me Sober, sober, send yourself over I did it again last night I wasted a good conversation 'Bout music and God On an outta work coked up, A&R guy I love it, I hate it I can't live without I love it, I hate it, baby The first time's the worst time Then you become so uncomfortably numb That you can't hide the fake smile Stare into space with a look on your face That says: gotta get outta Los Angeles So blind I can't see Gotta get outta Los Angeles Gotta get Los Angeles Outta me
Writer(s): Butch Walker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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