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I'm giving up the cigarettes
I'm tired of the drinking
Think I'll learn a second language
Got some friends are Puerto Rican
Speaking of my friends I know they don' always keep me in line
But I swear they're full of wisdom and I'm learning all the time
And I know I'm going to get there
Going to get there some day
But in this there are no shortcuts
No how,
No way.
And I've been living my life
Longing for a City
Longing for someone I can call my own
I ain't talking about love and I do not ask for pity
I just want a bit of something when I'm feeling down
I've done my time
And now I find I want a city.
I'm knocking on the steeple door and I'm waiting for an answer
My sneakers are stuck in bubble gum and my heart starts beating faster.
What if there is no design?
What if God don't have a plan?
I start screaming at the mezzanine
But an old priest lets me in,
Sits me down and says,
“Son, you've got someone up there who ain't never gonna let you down,
But in this there are no shortcuts
No way,
No how.
And I've been living my life
Longing for a City
Longing for someone I can call my own
I ain't talking about love and I do not ask for pity
I just want a bit of something when I'm feeling down
I've done my time
And now I find I want a city.
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And now I find I want a city.
I've done my time
I just want a bit of something when I'm feeling down
I ain't talking about love and I do not ask for pity
Longing for someone I can call my own
Longing for a City
And I've been living my life
No how.
No way,
But in this there are no shortcuts
“Son, you've got someone up there who ain't never gonna let you down,
Sits me down and says,
But an old priest lets me in,
I start screaming at the mezzanine
What if God don't have a plan?
What if there is no design?
My sneakers are stuck in bubble gum and my heart starts beating faster.
I'm knocking on the steeple door and I'm waiting for an answer
And now I find I want a city.
I've done my time
I just want a bit of something when I'm feeling down
I ain't talking about love and I do not ask for pity
Longing for someone I can call my own
Longing for a City
And I've been living my life
No way.
No how,
But in this there are no shortcuts
Going to get there some day
And I know I'm going to get there
But I swear they're full of wisdom and I'm learning all the time
Speaking of my friends I know they don' always keep me in line
Got some friends are Puerto Rican
Think I'll learn a second language
I'm tired of the drinking
I'm giving up the cigarettes
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