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| Madcap : Bright Lights Big City |
In a bar in downtown Dale an old man tells a tale.
He screams of a day of poets where
the streets are ours not theirs.
He screams piss on everything.
My leather jacket is zipped up and ready.
The boots on my feet, they keep me steady.
I want to join the gang and sing.
BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY
(WE WANT THE STREETS)
Old men say, they say son
It's going to be hard to get older.
Give it time and you will see.
Well now that time has come and gone.
I may be young but I know nothing.
nothing really matters
except whats in your heart.
No good, no bad, no wrong, no right.
BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY
(WE WANT THE STREETS)
Meet us on the streets
Underneath bright lights in the city.
There we'll find our hearts,
our souls, our dreams.
Meet us on the streets
underneath bright lights big city.
Nothing hold us back
when we believe our hearts
the size of buildings.
BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY
(WE WANT THE STREETS)
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