| In a slow pace I walk the streets
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| Thinking of nothing but melodies
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| The sound of the city inspires me
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| The colors, the smell, the people I meet
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| It’s a concrete jungle, there are not enough trees
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| So I’m looking for a piece of green
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| I am looking for simplicity
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| No cables, no nothing, just me and my guitar
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| Cause I am who I am, we are who we are
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| No forcing into, no tricking with tools
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| Just a simple song from me to you
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| Just a simple song, no hullabaloo
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| No hullabaloo, can I get a hola? |
| (yeah) In my own way I do what I do
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| Not always right but I’m trying to
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| I say what I think, I say what I feel
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| I talk too much but I am for real
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| In this concrete jungle I’m looking for truth
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| Looking for love, I’m looking for you
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| Looking for songs to sing to you
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| No cables, no nothing, just me and my guitar
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| Cause I am who I am, we are who we are
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| No forcing into, no tricking with tools
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| Just a simple song from me to you
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| Just a simple song, no hullabaloo No hullabaloo, can I get a hola? |
| (yeah) (yeah) |