She grew up with the children of the stars
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In the Hollywood hills, in the Boulevard
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Her parents threw big parties, everyone was there
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They hung out with folks like Dennis Hopper
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And Bog Seager, and Sunny and Cher
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She feels safe now in this bar in Farfax
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And from the stage I can tell that
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She can't let go and she can't relax
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And just before she hangs her head to cry
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I sing to her a lullabye
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I say, everything's gonna be alright
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Rockabye, rockabye
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Everything's gonna be alright
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Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye
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She still lives with her mom outside the city
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Down that street about a half a mile
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And all her friends tell her she's so pretty
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But she'd be whole lot prettier if she smiled once in a while
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'Cause even her smile looks like a frown
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She's seen her share of devils in this angel town
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I say, everything's gonna be alright
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Rockabye, rockabye
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Everything's gonna be alright
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Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye
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I told her, "I ain't so sure about this place
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It's hard to play a gig in this town and keep a straight face
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It seems like everybody with a plan
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It's kinda like Nashville, with a tan"
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I say, everything's gonna be alright
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Rockabye, rockabye
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Everything's gonna be alright
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Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye
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I say, everything's gonna be alright
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Rockabye, rockabye
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Everything's gonna be alright
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Rockabye, rockabye, rockabye
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Bye, bye
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Bye, bye
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