This filthy city ain't got no heart.
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It took my time, took my money, took my car.
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Left me broken down with nothing better to do.
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Than wander around with these holes in my pockets and holes in my shoes.
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I walk these city streets.
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Mile after mile of cold concrete.
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It all looks the same to me.
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Lost in the city.
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The cars pass me by on the avenue.
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They don't think twice, they move on by without a clue.
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Six strings on my back, danger up ahead.
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I'll keep myself alive if I can keep moving forward and keep my head.
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And all these people seen so cold.
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Their neon castles have al but robbed them of their souls.
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But I'm just broken down with nothing better to do.
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Than wander around with these holes in my pockets and holes in my shoes.
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I'm lost again, lost in the city.
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Ain't it a pity, I'm lost in the city.
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Lost In The City
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Squad Five-O |