| I’ve been living in the city too long
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| I’ve been given everything that I’ve got
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| Been a sinner and a saint
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| Crazy, and sane
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| I’ve been living in the city too long
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| I’ve been working my fingers to the bone
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| But as quick as money comes, it all gone
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| And like London in the rain
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| The pleasures got pain
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| I’ve been living in the city too long
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| Too long
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| And I’m just trying to find me
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| Some kind of life I’ve dreamed about
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| And we’re all tired and lonely
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| Hoping to figure this all out
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| There’s a part of my soul
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| That wants to let go
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| Wants to just run away
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| But the rest of my soul says I should stay
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| I should stay
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| I’ve been living in the city too long
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| There’s things that I’ve gained and I’ve lost
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| But I can still count on one hand
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| The friends that I have
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| I’ve been living in the city too long
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| Never used to get the feeling missing out
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| But there’s so much going on it gets me down
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| Because whichever way I turn
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| It could be better or worse
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| I’ve been living in the city too long
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| Too long
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| I’m just trying to find me
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| Some kind of life I’ve dreamed about
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| And we’re all tired and lonely
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| Hoping to figure this all out
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| There’s a part of my soul that wants to let go
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| Wants to just run away
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| But the rest of my soul says I should stay
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| I should stay
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| I’ve been living in the city too long
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| I’ve been living in the city too long
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| I’ve been living in the city too long
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| I’ve been living in the city too long
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| I’ve been living in the city too long
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| I’m just trying to find me
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| Some kind of life I’ve dreamed about
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| We’re all tired and lonely
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| Hoping to figure this all out
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| There’s a part of my soul that wants to let go
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| Wants to just run away
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| But the rest of my soul, says I should stay |