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You pack your bags and you move to the city |
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There's something missin' here at home |
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You fix your hair and you lookin' real pretty |
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It's time to gettin' out on your own |
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You're always fightin' with your mama and your papa |
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Your family life is one big pain |
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When you gonna move to the city |
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To the city where it all began |
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You gotta move, you gotta move |
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Ma, ma, ma, time you gotta move |
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You stole your mamas' car |
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And your daddys' plastic credit card |
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You're sixteen and you can't get a job |
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You're not goin' very far |
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You're always fightin' with the teachers and the police |
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This life is much too insane |
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When are you, you gonna move to the city |
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To the city where it all began |
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You gotta move, you gotta move |
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Ma, ma, ma, time you gotta move |
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To the city with the real nitty gritty |
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Aw child ain't it a pity |
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Sometimes it gets too shitty |
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Come on and hit me |
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You're on the streets and it ain't so pretty |
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At least you get to do what you please |
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You do what you gotta do for the money |
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At times you end up on your knees |
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Always buyin' with the local desert junkies |
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This city life is one big pain |
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But you, you had to move to the city |
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To the city where it all began |
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You gotta move, you gotta move |
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Ma, ma, ma, time you gotta move |
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To the city with the real nitty gritty |
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Aw child ain't it a pity |
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Sometimes it gets too shitty |
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Come on and hit me |
