| You don’t see many shadows here in the city
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| Only picturesque windows, all covered and dirty
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| Black and grey that once was new
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| Yesterday that once was you
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| No I can’t find my shadow in the city
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| We got canyons of smoke and steel-blue horizons
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| Our castles explode as the city lays dying
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| History that once was new
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| Memories that once were true
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| No I can’t find my shadow in the city
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| And oh, for the green green hills of home
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| For the hills I used to roam
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| So many years ago
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| Oh, for the love that’s now grown cold
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| For the love that’s now grown old
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| As the hills I used to know
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| You don’t find many lovers here in the jungle
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| Only magazine covers designed for the humble
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| Cold caress that burns and slides
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| Emptiness that’s hard to hide
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| Used to be I knew my mind
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| But I can’t find my shadow in the city
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| And oh, for the green green hills of home
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| For the hills I used to roam
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| So many years ago
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| Oh, for the love that’s now grown cold
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| For the love that’s now grown old
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| As the hills I used to know |