You can't see the moon above the city
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The sky is always full of clouds
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Even when the sun's gone down
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It's like living on the underground
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Black and white in shades of brown
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And you can't breathe the air in the city
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With the fumes of cars and factories
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Your lungs ain't what they're used to be
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Breathe in the new complacency
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At least it's good for industry
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At least it's smells like home
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At least it's smells like home
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And you can't get a job in the city
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With all the new technology
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Robots run the factories
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It's sanitized economy
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Robots don't get lung disease
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In the cit-ty, in the cit-ty-ty
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In the city you can't get a job
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In the city you can't get a flat
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You can't get much of what he's got
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And he can't get much of that
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Give you a deal, was fair and square
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Four walls, ceiling and floor
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Thing to keep you from getting more
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In the cit-ty-ty-ty, in the cit-cit-cit-ty-ty
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How big is that hole around your head?
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How big is that hole around your town?
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How big is that hole around your lifestyle? - lifestyle
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How big is that hole around your head?
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How big is that hole around your town?
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How big is that hole around your ...
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... the ideas of pulling it all down
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Pulling it all down, pulling it all down, pulling it all down
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And you can't get healthy in the city
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The sky is so grey
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It's like forty fags a day
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And the water is hard beneath the foam
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The despondency inside
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Merely reflects the concrete sky
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So let's go out
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Let's stay in - at least it smells like home
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Smells Like Home
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Citizen Fish |