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I walked to the window turned out the lightLooked at the city went back through the nightYeah I stood in the darkness stood all aloneThank God for California thank God I'm going homeThat's right you hurt me baby hurt me goodHurt me like no one else ever couldCut down the middle face down in the dirtAnd we both know it's too late to save itBetcha feel proud about it babyYou taught me how to hurtHalfway to L.A. red in the eyesMight be the devil, might just be his friendIt don't make no difference, you ain't gettin' me againThat's right you hurt me baby hurt me goodHurt me like no one else ever couldCut down the middle face down in the dirtAnd we both know it's too late to save itBetcha feel proud about it babyYou taught me how to hurt
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