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Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeMove To The City
You pack your bags andYou move to the cityThere's something missin' here at homeYou fix your hair andYou look real prettyIt's time to get out on your ownYou're always fightin' with your mama and your papaYo' family life is one big painWhen ya gonna move to the cityTo the city where it all beganYou gotta move you gotta moveYou gotta moveYou stole your mama's carAnd your daddy's plastic credit cardYou're sixteen and you can't get a jobYou're not goin' very farYou're always ridin' with the teachers and the policeThis life is much too insaneWhen are you, you gonna move to the cityTo the city where it all beganYou gotta move you gotta moveYou gotta moveTo the cityWith the real nitty grittyAw child ain't it a pitySometimes it gets too shittyCome on and hit meYou're on the streets and it ain't so prettyAt least you get ta do what you pleaseYou do what you gotta do for the moneyAt times you end up on your kneesI'm always buyin'with local desert junkiesThis city life is one big painBut you, you had to move to the cityTo the city where it all beganYou gotta move you gotta moveYou gotta moveTo the cityWith the real nitty grittyAw child ain't it a pitySometimes it gets too shittyCome on and hit me
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