| City living well it ain’t for most,
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| And that’s a fact not an empty boast,
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| Street scene and robot in din,
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| Sun shines but you can’t get it,
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| Many souls have been lead astray,
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| You’ve gotta love it anyway.
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| City life well it ain’t for most,
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| You gotta be tough or you’re gonna be toast,
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| Many sizes and many names,
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| From a distance they’re all the same.
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| Plenty people like open space,
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| But give me a perfumed alley way,
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| Give me clouds and give me buildings,
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| Give me rotting vegetation,
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| Give me concrete, give me ceilings,
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| Give me over-population,
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| I love the city.
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| Many people like open space,
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| But give me a perfumed alley way.
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| Give me clouds and give me buildings,
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| Give me rotting vegetation,
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| Give me concrete, give me ceilings,
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| Give me over-population,
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| Oh I love the city. |