Move Into the City Songtext
von James Blundell

Why would anybody live out here?
Miles from town and nowhere near
All the things that make the world go round.

And nothing to do and nothing to see
No takeaway, cable TV
We just sit out back and watch the sun go down.


Let′s all move into the city
And breathe each other's air
And get to know your neighbour
Much more than you might care to
We′ll live in little boxes a way up in the sky.
Go to work and come back home,
Go to work and come back home,
Go to work and come back home,
Until the day we die.

No wine bars, no boutiques
No mardi gras, no fashion week and
We ain't made the evening news in years.

You can cut the quiet with a knife
No sirens screaming, no flashing lights
It's enough to bore a man to tears.

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