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Walking to work, I saw Joan Rivers Blowing me a kiss today Through a store window on Indian With that smirk you can't mistake I crossed on Tahquitz Canyon drive, Said "hi" to Lucille Ball, and passed a smiling Elvis Presley, rested against the Welwood wall. This is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell Is this a Hollywood Heaven or a Hollywood Hell? But this is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell the Shangri-La where the angels fell... On a fountain's edge across the street, Sits a grinning Sonny Bono, and just north of there you'll find 26 feet of Marilyn Monroe shadow. and Frank Sinatra's voice is still heard Crooning through the air at night, while here forevermore at the El Mirador, you'll find the pensive eyes of Albert Einstein. This is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell Is this a Hollywood Heaven or a Hollywood Hell? But this is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell the Shangri-La where the angels fell... When the stars die, they might fall from the sky, but they never truly disappear cuz you'll always find them here. This is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell Is this a Hollywood Heaven or a Hollywood Hell? But this is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell the Shangri-La where the angels fell...
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
Ghosts of Hollywood
Walking to work, I saw Joan Rivers Blowing me a kiss today Through a store window on Indian With that smirk you can't mistake I crossed on Tahquitz Canyon drive, Said "hi" to Lucille Ball, and passed a smiling Elvis Presley, rested against the Welwood wall. This is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell Is this a Hollywood Heaven or a Hollywood Hell? But this is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell the Shangri-La where the angels fell... On a fountain's edge across the street, Sits a grinning Sonny Bono, and just north of there you'll find 26 feet of Marilyn Monroe shadow. and Frank Sinatra's voice is still heard Crooning through the air at night, while here forevermore at the El Mirador, you'll find the pensive eyes of Albert Einstein. This is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell Is this a Hollywood Heaven or a Hollywood Hell? But this is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell the Shangri-La where the angels fell... When the stars die, they might fall from the sky, but they never truly disappear cuz you'll always find them here. This is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell Is this a Hollywood Heaven or a Hollywood Hell? But this is where the ghosts of Hollywood dwell the Shangri-La where the angels fell...
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Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 7:15 PM UTC
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