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Been living in the city too long now

Even my lungs have started to groan

Everybody is singing their own song

Sometimes I wanna sing alone

Never been a primadonna

Never seem to wanna be the one to complain

Enoughs too much and now Im gonna

Stop the madness soon before it drives me insane



So, take me where the sun wont shine on me

Take me where my conscience wont go

Take me where the sun wont shine on me

Dont tell me Im backing out cos I dont wanna know





Everyone around this town is so angry

Blaring horns, swearing, shaking fists

If everybody in the world was a hit man

Wed wipe each other off each others hit lists

Who wants to stand and be counted

All anger ever amounted to was lines on your face

I dont want to be the one to start the shouting

Im part of this society and I know my place





(chorus)





Everything around this town is so boring

Nothing changes, nothing doesnt stay the same

Ten years ago when we had high ideals

We couldnt wait to play the protest game

But now we have our thing together

Brand new leather, three bank accounts

Who cares about the starving millions

Were just happy that our cheques dont bounce





(chorus)

Been living in the city too long now

Even my lungs have started to groan

Everybody is singing their own song

Sometimes I wanna sing alone

Never been a primadonna

Never seem to wanna be the one to complain

Enoughs too much and now Im gonna

Stop the madness soon before it drives me insane



So, take me where the sun wont shine on me

Take me where my conscience wont go

Take me where the sun wont shine on me

Dont tell me Im backing out cos I dont wanna know





Everyone around this town is so angry

Blaring horns, swearing, shaking fists

If everybody in the world was a hit man

Wed wipe each other off each others hit lists

Who wants to stand and be counted

All anger ever amounted to was lines on your face

I dont want to be the one to start the shouting

Im part of this society and I know my place





(chorus)





Everything around this town is so boring

Nothing changes, nothing doesnt stay the same

Ten years ago when we had high ideals

We couldnt wait to play the protest game

But now we have our thing together

Brand new leather, three bank accounts

Who cares about the starving millions

Were just happy that our cheques dont bounce





(chorus)

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