| Stand at the curbside and watch the world go by
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| In this town no one looks you in the eye
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| Where is the place not driven on by time?
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| Where’s the city of dreams, a city made of light?
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| Where people laugh more than cry
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| Leave their doors open
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| Fall in love everyday
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| Brave hearts get broken
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| This city aims to love regardless of the bruise
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| We love and marry any sex or race we choose
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| Make for this city
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| Make for this city
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| On the underground, we all look so worn down
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| On the circle line forever going 'round
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| We love our children, not school down, open minds
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| We learn that happiness is the aim of life
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| Make for this city
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| Within our minds
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| Make for this city
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| City of light within our minds
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| Where’s the connection to the heart of living?
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| Where’s the connection to life?
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| The life we are living is unforgiving
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| Less like a flower than a knife
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| Where’s the connection to heart living?
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| Where’s the flower of life?
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| We aren’t defined by our work and what we own
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| If you can find your way here, you’ve made it home
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| We love and marry any sex or race we choose
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| There’s no one here who use their gods to exclude
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| Make for this city
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| Make for this city
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| Make for this city
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| Make for this city
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| Make for this city
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| Make for this city |