Living in the city
Nobody said it would be easy.
7 million lonely souls.
It's a sweet shame, it's a pity
When you realise those city lights ain't pretty
And the streets ain't paved with gold.
You wanna be somebody
I wanna be somebody
Let's knock the door, they gotta let us in.
I got my fingers on the handle,
But I got another angle,
So get your aces up your sleeve and let's go gambling.
When every winner is a villain
And every loser is a hero,
We'll put on our two-step shoes and lose the blues
And dance like it's year zero.
When the front runners lose their riders
And the ten-to-one outsiders hold the future in their hands,
We'll fool the poker-faced pretenders,
And the casino cool contenders,
Grab the chips and put the booty in the bag.
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