We weren¡¯t ready for the country me and you
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Just a couple of city boys
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We couldn¡¯t even sing the blues
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We couldn¡¯t even light a fire or find
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The polestar
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Give me suburban moonshine
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You know I was raised on dogfights
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Weaned on the streetlights
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I¡¯m a residential boy
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Didn¡¯t ask to get born here
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In the city I just got dumped
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And I just got thumped
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When I tried to run away
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You didn¡¯t ask to get born here neither
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But now¡¯s the time we can spread our wings
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Make it out where the clear brook sings
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And time can slip away, slip away
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Without Love
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See him out through the window
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In the streets below us
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Keepin¡¯ his sadness out of view
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He¡¯s so lonely, he¡¯s so low
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He¡¯s like I was before you
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Without love, oh how low I was
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And I only know now how low I was without love
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Pull down the shade
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You know that I was made to love you
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And only now I know how bad it was
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Without you in my arms
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Without you in my heart
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I was only playing a part
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I was hardly living at all
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Without love, oh how low I was
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And I only know now how low I was without love
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Residential Boy
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| Mike Heron |
