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Stand at the curbside and watch the world go by |
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In this town no one looks you in the eye |
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Where is the place not driven on by time? |
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Where's the city of dreams, a city made of light? |
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Where people laugh more than cry |
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Leave their doors open |
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Fall in love everyday |
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Brave hearts get broken |
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This city aims to love regardless of the bruise |
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We love and marry any sex or race we choose |
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Make for this city |
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Make for this city |
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On the underground, we all look so worn down |
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On the circle line forever going 'round |
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We love our children, not school down, open minds |
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We learn that happiness is the aim of life |
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Make for this city |
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Within our minds |
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Make for this city |
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City of light within our minds |
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Where's the connection to the heart of living? |
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Where's the connection to life? |
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The life we are living is unforgiving |
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Less like a flower than a knife |
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Where's the connection to heart living? |
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Where's the flower of life? |
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We aren't defined by our work and what we own |
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If you can find your way here, you've made it home |
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We love and marry any sex or race we choose |
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There's no one here who use their gods to exclude |
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Make for this city |
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Make for this city |
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Make for this city |
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Make for this city |
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Make for this city |
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Make for this city |
