I miss living in the great big city/ people around me, going where they will go/ it's a crying shame and a pity/ there are possible friends who I'll never know/ I lived alone in a lonely apartment/ where nothing happened except the paint on the wall/ now I live by a small-torn freeway/ I always see it and it's all/ that I can do/ to tie my shoes/ and find a dream/ that's worth dreaming
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