| In the big city
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| Where the lights are low
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| Cold dirty ground
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| Where the rivers don’t flow
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| Nothing’s gonna change so throw it all away
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| In the big city
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| Where the kids will come cheap
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| And monsters prowl and never sleep
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| Don’t cross the road if you haven’t got the time of day
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| Well I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride
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| I know she’s out there somewhere
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| Selling all we got but I don’t mind
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| In the big city
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| You can walk a thin line
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| Your mother won’t know that you do a bit of crime
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| Your father’s on the dole and he really hasn’t got the time
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| In the big city
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| Where it’s hard to see the sky
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| And the black earth trembles when the trains go by
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| And the bums on the corner tell you gently
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| To fuck off and die
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| Well I lost my girl and I missed my train to Ride
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| And I’m stuck here selling papers
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| And spitting on the ground when you walk by
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| In the big city
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| You can dance all night
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| Only if you’re clean and the lads are not uptight
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| Or you may as well forget it and wait until the broad daylight
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| In the big city
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| Where the suits don’t look you in the eye
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| Learn how to laugh you’ll be planning when to die
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| And don’t expect any favours from the cars passing by
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| I lost my girl waiting for the train from Ride
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| Well I don’t mind matching colours or parking people’s cars
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| And telling little lies if that’s alright
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| In the big city |