| The city we see is the city we were born in
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| Blond haired kids playing ping pong games
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| And the first fallen snow
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| The future called us then
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| And it calls us now again
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| Oh no, no one is listening
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| No one hears the beating drum
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| The city we call home
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| The city we call home
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| The city we see is the city we were born in
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| So perfect, so desperate
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| You’d found bibles like magazines
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| We’re smiling the night that we hear, hear them whispering
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| Oh no, no we don’t see a thing
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| Is this is the city we call our home
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| The city we call home
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| The city we call home
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| The city lights keep shining all over
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| All of the lights keep making me call them
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| So many nights I’ve taken you over
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| So many nights I’ve taken you over
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| Oh
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| Take what you get and stand in line
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| Oh
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| Looking for ways to stop the time
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| To be noticed
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| Oh, can you see me
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| The city we call home |