| This is my city
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| This is your city
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| This is our city now
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| Well I’m back in the land of second chances
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| And rock’n’roll shows where nobody dances
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| Back in the land of chicken and chips
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| Mars bars and roadside tips
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| And if you don’t like it Then that’s too bad
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| Cos it’s the only city that we’ve ever had
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| So when the man says
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| That you gotta pay
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| You gotta cancel the cheque and you gotta say…
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| Well I’m back in the land of cheap incense
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| Where the favourite sport is sittin' on the fence
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| Back in the land of pie and sauce
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| Drinkin' flat beer with no third course
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| And if you don’t like it Then you gotta fight it And you gotta fight it now
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| Ain’t no time
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| For walkin' the line
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| Somehow the cream’s gone sour…
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| Back in the land of subtle hints
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| Where the artists are busy painting Picasso prints
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| Here in the land of all time lows
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| You can make it big and get your own quiz show
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| And if you just hate it Then that’s too bad
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| Cos it’s the only city that you’ve ever had
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| So when the cop says
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| Get outa town
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| You gotta get it together gotta stick around
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| This is my city
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| This is your city
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| This is our city now
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| I got it You got it We got it now
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| This is my city
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| This is your city
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| This is our city now |