| Every man has got two cities he needs to be
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| The one he can touch and the one he can’t see
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| The one where a stranger’s a friend
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| Everyman has got one city of liberty
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| For me it’s Paris, I love it
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| Every time I try to lose myself
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| I seem to find these streets of surrender
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| You’re free baby, baby
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| Free now and forever
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| It’s Christmas time you can decide
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| To forget or to remember
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| You’re free baby, baby
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| I didn’t come down here to fight you
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| I came here down these streets
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| Of love and pride to surrender
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| The streets of surrender
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| Of surrender
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| I heard the oldest story that nobody seems to know
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| I think it was about that stranger
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| It was youth and love and it was danger
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| It was winter but that warm it gets before the snow
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| It froze my soul
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| I’m crying, crying ‘bout some kid that they found
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| Lying on a beach, born in a manger
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| You’re free baby, baby
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| Free now and forever
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| It’s Christmas time you can decide
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| To forget or to remember
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| You’re free baby, baby
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| I didn’t come down here to fight you
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| I came here down these streets
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| Of love and pride to surrender
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| The streets of surrender
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| I live in the stories that are told
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| In the child you chose to hold
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| And the ones you turn away
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| To be free baby, baby
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| Free now and forever
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| This vale of tears will disappear
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| And it’s love you will remember
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| You’re free baby, baby
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| I didn’t come down here to fight you
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| I came here down these streets
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| Of love and pride to surrender
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| The streets of surrender
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| The streets of surrender |