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In the big city |
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Where the lights are low |
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Cold dirty ground |
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Where the rivers don't flow |
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Nothing's gonna change so throw it all away |
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In the big city |
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Where the kids will come cheap |
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And monsters prowl and never sleep |
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Don't cross the road if you haven't got the time of day |
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Well I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride |
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I know she's out there somewhere |
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Selling all we got but I don't mind |
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In the big city |
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You can walk a thin line |
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Your mother won't know that you do a bit of crime |
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Your father's on the dole and he really hasn't got the time |
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In the big city |
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Where it's hard to see the sky |
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And the black earth trembles when the trains go by |
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And the bums on the corner tell you gently |
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To fuck off and die |
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Well I lost my girl and I missed my train to Ride |
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And I'm stuck here selling papers |
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And spitting on the ground when you walk by |
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In the big city |
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You can dance all night |
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Only if you're clean and the lads are not uptight |
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Or you may as well forget it and wait until the broad daylight |
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In the big city |
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Where the suits don't look you in the eye |
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Learn how to laugh you'll be planning when to die |
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And don't expect any favours from the cars passing by |
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I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride |
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Well I don't mind matching colours or parking people's cars |
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And telling little lies if that's alright |
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In the big city |
