You pack your bags
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And you move to the city
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There's somethin' missin' here at home
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You fix your hair
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And you're lookin' real pretty
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It's time to get it out on your own
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You're always fightin'
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With your mama and you papa
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Your family life is one big pain!
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When you, you gonna move to the city?
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Into the city where it all began
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You gotta move, You gotta move
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Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
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Time you gotta move
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You stole your mama's car
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And your daddy's plastic credit card
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You're sixteen and you can't get a job
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You're not goin' very far
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You're always ridin'
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With the teachers and the police
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This life is much too insane!
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When you, you gonna move to the city?
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Into the city where it all began
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You gotta move, You gotta move
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Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
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Time you gotta move
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Right to the city
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Where the real men get it
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Aw, child, ain't it a pity?
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Sometimes it gets too shitty!
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Come on and hit me!
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You're on the streets
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And it ain't so pretty
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You need to get a new what you please
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You do what you gotta do for the money
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At times you end up on your knees!
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I'm always buyin'
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With the local and the junkies
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This city life is one big pain!
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But you, you had to move to the city
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Into the city where it all began
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You gotta move, You gotta move
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Ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma,ma
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Time you gotta move
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Oh right to the city
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With the real nitty gritty
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Aw, child, ain't it a pity?
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Sometimes it gets too shitty!
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Come on and hit me!
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Move To The City
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Guns N' Roses |