Chorus Grant - 8 Lanes

Thereʼs nothing in the closets
I think Iʼve looked everywhere
Nothing in the drawers babe
Itʼs like nobody was here before us
Or at least they are all gone

So who cares if I think people are polite
On the Hollywood Boulevard at night

And who cares if Iʼm right

We listen to the radio as if every word is news
The dogs are in the rabbitʼs house
But who are we to choose when thereʼs no wrong
Baby weʼre all gone

I remember when we went up to Mulholland Drive
Do you remember when we went up to Mulholland Drive
And we found those keys in the night
Those keys I thought would fit just right
To this imaginary life
This imaginary life
That Iʼd like

Written by:
Camilla Munck,, Kristian Finne, Michael Lindberg,

Publisher:
Lyrics © Tambourhinoceros ApS

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