| I’m lost in the city
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| My face is a mess
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| I’m drowning in a pity of an urban loneliness
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| There’s booze on her breath and fags in her mouth
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| It may be summer but the birds are flying south
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| And I’m so lonely in the city that I call home
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| There’s no where to go
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| The sky is turning grey
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| I put a bondage on my heart and I will be okay
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| There’s booze on her breath and fags in her mouth
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| It may be summer but the birds are flying south
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| And I am so lonely in the city that I call home
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| Far far away and I don’t know exactly what to say
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| Far far away and I know I’ll see you again someday
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| I’m lost in the city
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| My face is a mess
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| I’m drowning in a pity of an urban loneliness
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| There’s booze on her breath and fags in her mouth
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| It may be summer but the birds are flying south
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| And I’m so lonely in the city
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| I’m so lonely in the city
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| I’m so lonely in the city that I call home |