| the story of my life was such |
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that nobody wanted to hear |
| and every time I told it |
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they put their hands across their ears |
| so I went down to the dirty city |
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where the people live on dreams |
| and sang out on the corner |
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trying to turn the heads of kings and queens |
| I sang |
oo
oo
oo
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to the dirty city |
| then I noticed the back of a matchbook |
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and it didn’t make much sense at all |
| it said people heading to the stars |
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get a better chance to fall |
| I thought that’s no good to you and me |
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we got so far to go |
| then I realized though truth is free |
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it’s only the lies that show |
| I sang |
oo
oo
oo |
to the dirty city |
| some people work hard all their lives |
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and never get a thing |
| some people seem to do nothing |
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but have all their life can bring |
| well you and I are working so hard |
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trying to get somewhere |
| but then maybe when we get there |
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we’ll find we didn’t really care |
| we'll sing |
oo
oo
oo |
to the dirty city |