| I feel alive in the city
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| And I love my friend
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| I feel alive and it feels so good
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| It seems like I never will be blue again
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| I shake my head and I close my eyes
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| I concentrate on my lucky stars
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| Oh I feel alive in the city
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| And I love my friend
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| I feel alive in the city
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| Though it’s cold and grey
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| We give each other the best we have
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| She loves my kisses and I love her cat
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| I shake my head and I close my eyes
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| And send a little prayer to
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| My lucky stars
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| I feel alive in the city
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| And I love my friend
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| I feel alive in the city
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| And I love my friend
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| Feel like making my guitar
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| Telling her that I don’t pretend
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| Feel like the whole world trembles
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| And I love the sounds
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| The cars are passing and the lights
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| Are flashing it’s a joyful town
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| I feel alive in the city
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| I feel alive in the city
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| I feel alive in the city
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| I remember the days
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| That where mucky and grey
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| When the jokes weren’t funny
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| And the melancholy wouldn’t go away
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| When the writers were dull
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| And not a soul around that would
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| See you through
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| I feel alive in the city
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| And I love my friend
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| It’s spooky when I think
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| Of what I worried about
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| It seems so unreal now that
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| I have no doubts
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| I put my hand on her hips
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| And I close my eyes
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| I move on over to my lucky stars
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| Oh I feel alive in the city
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| And I love my friend |