(words t.bryn/music t.bryn, m. jones)
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it's so near to me
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it's so dear to me
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i see it in my sleep
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and i always know if i've no where to go
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it's somewhere i could be
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i see you at night in the city light
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but it could change so easily
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chorus
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it's just a city
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and on night like this i feel small in this world
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it's just a city and i am just a girl
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it seems to me that once you stop walking
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you don't want to know, you stop wanting to see
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your eyes get used to the same old story
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once you stop talking strangers
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chorus
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out of place out of time
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nothing to hold me nothing mine
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but i'm always told "there's no hurry don't go
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there's nothing but time "but how do they know?
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chorus
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Just a City
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| Voice of the Beehive |
