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Current Music Choice : Lana Del Rey - Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd

 Current Music Choice : Lana Del Rey - Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd


 
Did you know that there's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd

Mosaic ceilings, painted tiles on the wall I can't help but feel some what like my body marred my soul Handmade beauty, sealed up by two man-made walls And I'm lonely When's it gonna be my turn? When's it gonna be my turn? Open me up, tell me you like it Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself There's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd There's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd There's a girl that sings Hotel California Not because she loves the notes or sounds, the sound like Florida It's because she's in a world preserved, only a few have found the door It's like Camarillo, only silver mirrors running down the corridor Oh, man When's it gonna be my turn? Don't forget me When's it gonna be my turn? Open me up, tell me you like me Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself There's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd Don't forget me There's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd Harry Nilsson has a song, his voice breaks at Something about the way he says, "Don't forget me" Makes me feel like I just wish I had a friend like him, someone to give me fire Lennon on my back, whispering in my ear "Come on, baby, you can thrive" But I can't When's it gonna be my turn? Don't forget me When's it gonna be my turn? Open me up, tell me you like it Fuck me to death, love me until I love myself There's a tunnel under Ocean Blvd Don't forget me At the tunnel under Ocean Blvd Don't forget me At the tunnel under Ocean Blvd Don't forget me At the tunnel under Ocean Blvd Don't forget me, don't forget me No, no, no, don't forget me Don't you, don't you forget me (No, oh)

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