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The citys all stuffy but I like fast food
Waiting on buses, going down the tubes
You get used to the noise
The fumes from the cars
I don't know the last time that
I looked at the stars
Blah blah blah blah
Looking for income, looking for hope
Most times you're treated like a bit of a joke
There's nothing so bad that couldn't be worse
They say one man's blessing's
Another man's curse
Blah blah blah blah
Going to the market
Going to the pub
You go to your boss and you
Ask for a sub
We cycled all over
Seen all the sights
But I like nothing better than
The hot city nights
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Trying it make contact but there's
No-one at home
They're all out to lunch
They've switched off their phones
Searching and searching
What do you get
Total frustration
Surfing the net
blah balh blah blah
Concrete drives you crazy
My mind is getting lazy
Give me your answer daisy
Give me your answer do
Things are getting hazy
You know it isn't aisy
I'll be over maisie
Cock a doodle do
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Writer/s: Davey Carton / Leo Moran / Padraig Stevens / Pearse Doherty
