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MacCormack-Manzanera |
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Bright lights and the city lights are all that I need |
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Got away from the country life they're all friends to me |
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But the roar of the streets and the cold window pane |
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Keeps me from you |
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Sidewalk talk in the bitter night brings a kid down so fast |
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Sit in bars watching cars I'm just hoping to see you pass |
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But the scream off the street and the cold window pane |
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Keeps me from you |
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Some way one day we're on our own |
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Put out my hands and touch your face |
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Some way can't say I'm all alone don't recognise this time ot place |
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I see your face in |
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Strange sights in the car headlights of the shop front display |
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See me glide on the city tide am I Stealing your heart away |
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Or does the lure of the street and this cold window pain |
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Keep me from you |
