Letra de Don't Belong in Hollywood - Tom Odell

Hello, my beautiful friend 

Did you get the money that your mother sent? 

Your pictures don't make sense 

Are you happy or do you just pretend? 

You live in a town made by movie stars and educated hearts 

Might sound like Amy Winehouse singing in your car 

Do you wanna play that part? 

Wear a dress your record label bought you 

Fall in love with some Californian boy 

Fool me you think you could 

You don't belong in Hollywood, no no 

Hey kids, look at my face 

I'm sick and tired of being somebody that you hate 

Gee whiz, pack all my bags 

I'll buy a first class seat direct to LAX 

No boy, I'll be an music star 

I'll buy a Jaguar 

And every joke I tell the audience will laugh 

Beverley boulevard 

One day we'll be standing there face to face 

But you won't see the tears beneath my pride I chase 

Fool you all I thought I could 

I don't belong in Hollywood, no no 

Say what you wanna say 

How people change and there's no point reminiscing 

It's three AM and I'm still awake 

I keep thinking babe, my phone's vibrating 

Fool me did you think you could 

Come back to America 

I should've loved you when I could 

Oh, we're hopelessly misunderstood 

We don't belong in Hollywood 

No, we don't belong in Hollywood, no no 

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