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  • Well I shook hands with the devil
    Down on the south side
    And he bought us both a drink
    With a pad and a pencil sat by his side
    I said Tell me what you think
    I`ve been looking for my savior
    Looking for my truth
    I even asked my shrink
    He brought me down to his level
    Said Son you`re not special
    You won`t find him where you think
    You won`t find him down on Sunset
    Or at a party in the hills
    At the bottom of the bottle
    Or when you`re tripping on some pills
    When they sold you the dream
    You were just 16
    Packed a bag and ran away
    And it`s a crying shame
    You came all this way
    `Cause you won`t find Jesus in LA
    And it`s a crying shame
    You came all this way
    `Cause you won`t find Jesus in LA
    Took a sip of his whiskey
    Said Now that you`re with me
    Well I think that you should stay
    Yeah I know you`ve been busy
    Searching through the city
    So let me share the way
    I know I`m not your savior
    Know I`m not your truth
    But I think we could be friends
    He said Come down to my level
    Hang out with the devil
    Let me tell you in the end
    You won`t find him down on sunset
    Or at a party in the hills
    At the bottom of the bottle
    Or when you`re tripping on some pills
    When they sold you the dream
    You were just 16
    Packed a bag and ran away
    And it`s a crying shame you came all this way
    `Cause you won`t find Jesus in LA
    And it`s a crying shame you came all this way
    `Cause you won`t find Jesus in LA
    And that is when I knew that
    It was time to go home
    And that is when I realized that I was alone
    And all the vibrant colors
    From the lights fade away
    And I don`t care what they say
    You won`t find him down on sunset
    Or at a party in the hills
    At the bottom of the bottle
    Or when you`re tripping on some pills
    When they sold you the dream
    You were just 16
    Packed a bag and ran away
    And it`s a crying shame you came all this way
    `Cause you won`t find Jesus in LA
    I won`t find him down on sunset
    Or at a party in the hills
    At the bottom of the bottle
    Or when I`m tripping on some pills
    When they sold me the dream I was just 16
    Packed my bag and ran away
    And it`s a crying shame I came all this way
    `Cause I won`t find Jesus in LA
    And it`s a crying shame I came all this way
    `Cause I won`t find Jesus in LA