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Alec Benjamin
Alec Benjamin
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Martin Terefe
Martin Terefe
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Martin Terefe
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Chris Athens
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Chris Galland
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Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
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John Cunningham
John Cunningham
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Well, I shook hands with the devil Down on the south side And he bought us both a drink With a pad and a pencil sat by his side I said, "Tell me what you think" I've been looking for my savior, looking for my truth I even asked my shrink He brought me down to his level Said, "Son, you're not special You won't find him where you think" You won't find him down on sunset Or at a party in the hills At the bottom of the bottle Or when you're tripping on some pills When they sold you the dream you were just 16 Packed a bag and ran away And it's a crying shame you came all this way 'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA And it's a crying shame you came all this way 'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA Took a sip of his whiskey Said, "Now that you're with me Well, I think that you should stay" Yeah, I know you've been busy Searching through the city So let me share the way I know I'm not your savior Know I'm not your truth But I think we could be friends He said "Come down to my level Hang out with the devil Let me tell you, in the end You won't find him down on sunset Or at a party in the hills At the bottom of the bottle Or when you're tripping on some pills When they sold you the dream you were just 16 Packed a bag and ran away And it's a crying shame you came all this way 'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA And it's a crying shame you came all this way 'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA" And that is when I knew that it was time to go home And that is when I realized that I was alone And all the vibrant colors from the lights fade away And I don't care what they say You won't find him down on sunset Or at a party in the hills At the bottom of the bottle Or when you're tripping on some pills When they sold you the dream you were just 16 Packed a bag and ran away And it's a crying shame you came all this way 'Cause you won't find Jesus in LA I won't find him down on sunset Or at a party in the hills At the bottom of the bottle Or when I'm tripping on some pills When they sold me the dream I was just 16 Packed my bag and ran away And it's a crying shame I came all this way 'Cause I won't find Jesus in LA And it's a crying shame I came all this way 'Cause I won't find Jesus in LA
Writer(s): Alec Shane Benjamin, Martin Terefe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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