It's so sad what we have become Beautiful days we seem to leave so undone And I don't know where we will go from here All I know is that I can't seem to see the sun Through the sky from here
Everyone has a finger But they can't point me to the light It can't be that hard to find After all we're so bright
I don't know if tomorrow has a day I don't know if the rays will shine my way again All I know is that I'm standing in a place where My future is like the skies of L.A. Skies of L.A.
Skies of L.A.
I don't know if my body can take much more We're in the line of the richest riches But my mind seems so poor
Everyone has a finger But they can't point me to the light It should't be that hard to find After all we're so bright I see so many visions But everyone seems out of sight This is total neglection Skies of L.A.
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