I belong in Los Angeles
Where it's dark and it's cold
'Cause like the promise of Los Angeles
I'm always oversold
And through a glance the world catches on
The overcast sun, the things that I've done
I belong in my midsize car
With warning lights on the dash
'Cause like the problems with my midsize car
I'm gonna wait till I crash
And through a glance the world catches on
The engine won't run, the things that I've done
I belong in my broken bed
With slats that fall underneath
'Cause like the slats of my broken bed
I can support only me
And through a glance the world catches on
My love is all gone, the things that I've done
I'm holding on to all my mistakes
Are there things I can say to make it okay
I belong in Los Angeles
'Cause I need an excuse
Julien Gamache - I Belong in Los Angeles Lyrics
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I belong in Los Angeles
Where it's dark and it's cold
'Cause like the promise of Los Angeles
I'm always oversold
And through a glance the world catches on
The overcast sun, the things that I've done
I belong in my midsize car
With warning lights on the dash
'Cause like the problems with my midsize car
I'm gonna wait till I crash
And through a glance the world catches on
The engine won't run, the things that I've done
I belong in my broken bed
With slats that fall underneath
'Cause like the slats of my broken bed
I can support only me
And through a glance the world catches on
My love is all gone, the things that I've done
I'm holding on to all my mistakes
Are there things I can say to make it okay
I belong in Los Angeles
'Cause I need an excuse
Where it's dark and it's cold
'Cause like the promise of Los Angeles
I'm always oversold
And through a glance the world catches on
The overcast sun, the things that I've done
I belong in my midsize car
With warning lights on the dash
'Cause like the problems with my midsize car
I'm gonna wait till I crash
And through a glance the world catches on
The engine won't run, the things that I've done
I belong in my broken bed
With slats that fall underneath
'Cause like the slats of my broken bed
I can support only me
And through a glance the world catches on
My love is all gone, the things that I've done
I'm holding on to all my mistakes
Are there things I can say to make it okay
I belong in Los Angeles
'Cause I need an excuse
Writer: TIMOTHY GAMACHE
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