[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Somewhere high in the desert near a curtain of a blue
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St. Anne's skirts are billowing
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But down here in the city of the lime lights
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The fans of Santa Ana are withering
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And you can’t deny that living is easy 
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If you never look behind the scenery 
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It's showtime for dry climes
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And bedlam is dreaming of rain 
 
[Chorus]
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When the  hills of Los Angeles are burning
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Palm trees are candles in the murder wind 
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So many lives are on the breeze
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Even the stars are ill at ease 
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And Los Angeles is burning
 
[Verse]
This is not a test
Of the emergency broadcast system
Where malibu fires and radio towers
Conspire to dance again
And I cannot believe the media Mecca
They're only trying to peddle reality,
Catch it on prime time, story at nine
The whole world is going insane
 
[Chorus]
When the hills of Los Angeles are burning
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And Los Angeles is burning
 
[Bridge]
C   C/B   Am     G
A placard reads
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"the end of days"
C   Am               G              Am
Jacaranda boughs are bending in the haze
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More a question than a curse 
          C   C/B     Am
How could hell be any worse? 
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The flames are stunning
            G
The cameras running
        C
So take warning
 
[Solo]
C F C Am F G   C F C Am G  C F C Am F G  C F C Am G C  F C
 
[Chorus]
When the hills of Los Angeles are burnin'
Palm trees are candles in the murder wind
So many lives are on the breeze
Even the stars are ill at ease
And Los Angeles is burning