Well there's a big blue sky
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The good Lord painted for me
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From the east of Arizona
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Down to the mexican sea
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Oh this too big city,
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It don't let me feel free
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I'm going to pack up soon
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Take off on my own
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They call it the mother road
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She gonna take me back home
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Because this too big city
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Got nothing but a heart of stone
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Now there's a sense of freedom
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Out along these country lines
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I don't need no pressure
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Trying to make your oxygen mine
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Oh this too big city is gonna kill itself
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For a nickel and dime
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Goodbye, all my troubles will be gone
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Well I'm going back home, back to where I belong
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Goodbye
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Too Big City
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Chris Rea |