Leaving Los Feliz

I'm on the guestlist down at Paul's Baby Grand
 That hipster doorman, he don't know who I am
 But my studied aloofness is proof I belong so I pass
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 Some girls are pieced like Krylon bombs on the walls
 Some cut the line to cut the lines in the stalls
 On the floor is the border between paradise and the fall
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 I'm leaving Los Feliz
 Day after tomorrow
 I'm over the scenesters
 I'm leaving Los Feliz
 Day after tomorrow
 I'm leaving Los Feliz
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 I cruise the room without attracting a glance
 My Ksubi jeans are more like armor than pants
 But I don't want to go just yet, so I suppose I should dance
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 The music wobbles between rapture and dread
 Like a divine name that can never be said
 And I shoot a pretend documentary inside my head
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 I'm leaving Los Feliz
 Day after tomorrow
 I'm over the scenesters
 I'm leaving Los Feliz
 Day after tomorrow
 I'm leaving Los Feliz
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 I'm young enough to know I'm too young to quit
 I'm old enough to want to get over it
 But the yearning is timeless and mine is as deep as the pit
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 I'm leaving Los Feliz
 
 Day after tomorrow
 I'm over the scenesters
 I'm leaving Los Feliz
 Day after tomorrow
 I'm leaving Los Feliz