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Big City Things

 

You’re spinning around on a broken chair

Laughing with friends, your feet in the air

The legs are about to break and then give in

You haven’t been home in a little while

Spending your time, living up your life

Barely aware the street lights are off outside

Yeah

Your parents, they wonder where you are

"Where is the boy from the photographs?"

“He was destined to make it, destined for bigger things”

Big city things

Then comes a sound from the neighbours yard

Your father has found where you are

He screams your name as you hide away the plate and the card

Big city things

 

Don’t go waving that white flag on me

I’ve been working on myself I’ve been working on me

And you may think I need some saving

But I know that it's up to no one but me

Yeah

 

You’ve messed up again but you just pretend

The state of your life and the state of your friends

Is worth all the mess, yeah, its worth all the mess in the end

 

Somewhere along, there’s a chink in the chain

Shaken and rattled, met with the pain

They’ll be taking you in

Yeah they’ll take, take, take you away

Big City Things, Big City Things

 

Don’t go waving that white flag on me

I’ve been working on myself I’ve been working on me

And you may think that I need some saving

I know that its up to no one but me

 

Don’t go waving that white flag on me

I’ve been working on myself I’ve been working on me

And you may think that I need some saving

I know that its up to no one but me

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