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Beating In My Chest

The Cruel Intentions

Wild hearts in a city of sin
We were legends in our own skin
Every night, like a final breath
Living loud, laughing close to death
Met my heroes on the Sunset Strip
Held a crowded Whiskey in my grip
Hit the road in a beat up van
Hollywood's where it all began

It still echoes in my veins

Beating in my chest, Los Angeles
Beating in my chest, Los Angeles
Give me one more ride, give me one more high
Give me one more reason not to say goodbye
Beating in my chest, Los Angeles

Broke the rules with my good friend Kin
Painted dreams on our reckless skin
Every thrill had a price to pay
But we'd do it all again today

Still running through my veins

Beating in my chest, Los Angeles
Beating in my chest, Los Angeles
Give me one more ride, give me one more high
Give me one more reason not to say goodbye
Beating in my chest, Los Angeles

Never ever coming back
Never ever, never ever
Coming back again