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This is my city |
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This is your city |
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This is our city now |
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Well I'm back in the land of second chances |
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And rock'n'roll shows where nobody dances |
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Back in the land of chicken and chips |
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Mars bars and roadside tips |
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And if you don't like it |
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Then that's too bad |
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Cos it's the only city that we've ever had |
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So when the man says |
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That you gotta pay |
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You gotta cancel the cheque and you gotta say... |
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Well I'm back in the land of cheap incense |
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Where the favourite sport is sittin' on the fence |
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Back in the land of pie and sauce |
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Drinkin' flat beer with no third course |
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And if you don't like it |
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Then you gotta fight it |
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And you gotta fight it now |
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Ain't no time |
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For walkin' the line |
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Somehow the cream's gone sour... |
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Back in the land of subtle hints |
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Where the artists are busy painting Picasso prints |
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Here in the land of all time lows |
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You can make it big and get your own quiz show |
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And if you just hate it |
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Then that's too bad |
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Cos it's the only city that you've ever had |
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So when the cop says |
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Get outa town |
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You gotta get it together gotta stick around |
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This is my city |
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This is your city |
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This is our city now |
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I got it |
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You got it |
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We got it now |
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This is my city |
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This is your city |
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This is our city now |
