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