I was standing quiet alone in a crowded disco
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When a man I did not know showed me the door
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And told me I had to go
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Well that kind of humiliation never happens on farm
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That's why city living does the pysche such harm
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And I said
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Fire escapes don't work until theres a fire
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You gotta sleep on the floor
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Live in the mud
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There's no need to go higher
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Once you taste a brick you won't want more
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Saving sanity is no trick when your livin' outdoors
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Well it did not take me long to realise my mistake
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When garbage trucks messed up my dreams I knew my dreams were fake
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Don't know how people gonna live like this
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Pigeons might enjoy it but I cant live in this mess and I said
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Fire escapes don't work until theres a fire
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You gotta sleep on the floor
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Live in the mud
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There's no need to go higher
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Once you taste a brick you can't chew and talk
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Saving sanity is no trick when your livin' in a room the size of a shoebox
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So finally all the wires and plastic got to me
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Ideas and realisations were passing right through me
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I did not take a train a plane or bus with wings
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Man wasn't meant to fly
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Besides walking does the same thing: gets me outta here
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Fire escapes don't work until theres a fire
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You gotta sleep on the floor
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Live in the mud
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There's no need to go higher
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Oce you taste a brick you won't want more
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Saving sanity is a trick when you livin' on someone elses floor
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Hi, wazzup, how you doing, its good to see ya
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What's your name again, I cant remember
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Times up gotta go
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Meanwhile Back in the City
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| Presidents of the United States of America |
