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Lindsey Buckingham Law And Order

The night brings the stranger, The jungle cries for more. The natives in the villages, The visitor at the door. We all have our demons, And sometimes

'm the one To blame for all the wrong that you have done. The day that you walked out and left, didn't say goodbye. Who was left alone to sit and cry?

Sensation sweet at my feet, Such a strong appetite. With love from here, love from there, you only get one bite. With love from here, love from there

. But the days grow short, When you reach September. And the autumn weather Turns the leaves to gray And I haven't got time For the waiting game. And

You'll win prizes if you stay, 'Cause that's how we do it in L.A. C'est si bon, come what may, That's how we do it in L.A. Oh, hold on tight now, hold

money, I could do things my way." But little they know, it's so hard to find One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind. Once I was living in fortune and