| Well, I go into town today
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| It’s city smog and city ways
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| Every eye is on the floor
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| Trying so hard to ignor
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| You gotta watch your back and be aware
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| Blood runs cold, then disappears
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| There’s soot and sadness in the air
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| No-one even seem to care
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| Do you wanna hover
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| Towards the air of sumer
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| To love within the land
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| Oh, they say there ain’t no place like home?
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| But it ain’t here
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| No, it’s nowhere near
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| I need to find that shore
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| Oh, they say there’s no place like home
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| Well, I get back upon the train
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| It’s dark and duller shades of grey
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| Those wings I see go flapping by
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| Those pigeons swarm then learn to cry
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| City smog and city smoke
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| Sky looks it’s about to choke
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| On soot and sadness in the air
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| No-one even seem to care
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| Do you wanna hover
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| Towards the air of sumer
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| To love within the land
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| Oh, they say there ain’t no place like home?
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| But it ain’t here
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| No, it’s nowhere near
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| I need to find that shore
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| Oh, they say there’s no place like home
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| Yea, they feed off fear
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| Oh yea, they feed off fear
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| Why can’t they go?
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| Oh, there ain’t no place like home |