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And do you feel like talking?
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I'm an open book
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And if you feel like walking
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I guess we drunk enough
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To die, to sink a ship
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Our lips too dry to kiss
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I'm clinging onto silhouettes of you, of you
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But it's me, myself and Hollywood
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Just me, myself and Hollywood
Am
Me, myself and Hollywood
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Just me, me
Am
And it's me, myself and Hollywood
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Just me, myself and Hollywood
AmEmD
Me, it's just me
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And do you feel like talking?
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From a cross the room
AmEm
In the English language
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You know I can't find you
Am
Tonight the truth will slip
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This drink's too strong to sip
AmEmD
I'm holding onto memories of you, of you
Am
But it's me, myself and Hollywood
EmD
Just me, myself and Hollywood
Am
Me, myself and Hollywood
EmD
Just me, me
Am
And it's me, myself and Hollywood
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Just me, myself and Hollywood
AmEmD
Me, it's just me
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Have I
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been sad like I thought I would?
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And have I been bad? Or have I been good?
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In Holly wo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ood, in Holly wo-o-o-ood
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But it's me, myself and Hollywood
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Just me, myself and Hollywood
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Me, myself and Hollywood
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Just me, myself and Hollywood
Am
Me, myself and Hollywood