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In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you |
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But whenever I approach you, you make me look a fool |
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I wanna say, I wanna tell you |
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About the young ideas |
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But you turn them into fears |
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In the city there's a thousand faces all shining bright |
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And those golden faces are under 25 |
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They wanna say, they gonna tell ya |
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About the young idea |
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You better listen now you've said your bit-a |
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And I know what you're thinking |
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You still think I am crap |
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But you'd better listen man |
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Because the kids know where it's at |
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In the city there's a thousand men in uniforms |
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And I've heard they now have the right to kill a man |
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We wanna say, we gonna tell ya |
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About the young idea |
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And if it don't work, at least we still tried |
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In the city, in the city |
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In the city there's a thousand things I want to say to you |
