| I live in a different city
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| I have friends in other cities
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| I’m not searching for pity so much
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| No, it' just they’re a good bunch
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| If I could pick them all up and set them down
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| I’d dropped them gently in my new town
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| Washington, Columbia
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| Home to congressmen and wealthy senators
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| Full of hope, full of pride
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| Full of everything I cast aside
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| If I could pick them all up and put them down
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| I’d send them packing to their hometowns
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| I’d call my friends and throw a party
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| Toast our lives and our good fortune
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| We’d sing songs, we’d tell stories
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| Set up camp and start a new country
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| And if I could ring them up and invite them down
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| We’d talk all night and watch the sunrise
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| I live in different cities
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| And I have friends in other cities
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| I live in different cities
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| And I have friends in so many cities |