Well the city's so small
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And the girls are too tall
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Too many suntan machines
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And when you walk in the bars
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See the mumbling jars
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The same ol' faces you've seen
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Well maybe it's just me
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I'm just paranoid
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But I can't be mistaken
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When I hear the same old noise
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Some are jealous
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Some are decent fellers
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But I don't understand:
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Why don't they mind their own business?
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They're always standing up straight
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Trying hard to look new
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They like to comment on taste
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And just before they go home
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They have a ten-minute-moan
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About the jobs that they hate
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Maybe it's just me
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I'm just paranoid
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But I can't be mistaken
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When I hear the same old noise
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Some are vicious
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Some are just malicious
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But I don't understand:
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Why don't they mind their own business?
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Move from the city
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It's such a stinkin' pity
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Cause I love this ol' city
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But times are not so pretty anymore
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We got to move from the city
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Gone away through the dirt
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??? those old miniskirts
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And leave those old stains behind
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And as I pack up my case
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And wipe the sweat from my face
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Something enters my mind:
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Well the people there
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Will they just be the same?
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All the old folks there
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Could they even know my name?
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Be reclusive
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I'll just be elusive
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To a way of life
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That I can't get used to
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Move from the city
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It's such a stinkin' pity
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Cause I love this ol' city
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Times are not so pretty anymore
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We got to move from the city
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We got to move from the city
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In The City
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| The Zutons |
