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Written by ricky & marty wilde |
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This is your town, this is my place |
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This is where my whole world is lived in |
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Nothing much, and just out of reach of all the city lights |
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It's a high town, it's a low town |
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It's get here, come on you grow town |
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No-one does, but everyone thinks they're gonna make it soon |
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This is one place i respected |
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Now i feel it's really dejected |
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No-one cares and the people just stare |
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And a man on the box says |
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"hey you, don't walk away, vote for me |
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You'll get more pay, keep working hard" |
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But they work slow |
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Here it comes now, sunday morning |
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Just another sleepy town yawning |
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Down below everything looks just like another day |
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But, in the warm glow of the sunrise |
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There's a child who's searching with young eyes |
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Looking 'round and feeling inside he's gonna fly away |
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There was one time i was leaving |
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But the folks around me kept grieving |
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Friends said go, but my dad said no |
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And my mum kept saying |
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"don't go, don't go away |
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Don't leave us, you've got to stay |
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Just raise them kids, oh mother no" |
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No prospects, just projects |
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Don't try to tell me we're living |
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There's no real need to try |
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Can't you see this town gonna die |
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Hail the new age, it's a rat cage |
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Join the place for breeding dumb spieces |
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All stacked up and doing whatever someone tells you to |
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Burn the place down, make it dead ground |
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Show the people just what they're missing |
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Wake up, wake up, can't you believe in what i'm telling you |
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There's a house where i was born in |
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Now it's changed without any warning |
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Cranes just crash and bricks just smash |
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While a billboard's saying |
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"let's go, let's get away |
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Come fly me, you've weeks to pay |
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When sunshine calls, but i won't go |
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This is our town |
