Tipo de gaita: Diatônica
Tom: qualquer

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Somewhere out on that horizon,

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out beyond the neon lights,

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I know there must be somethin' better,

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but there's nowhere else in sight.

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It's survival in the city,

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when you live from day to day.

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City streets don't have much pity,

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when you're down thats where you'll stay.

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In the city, oh, oh.

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In the city.

verse 2:
I was born here in the city,
with my back against the wall.
Nothing grows and life ain't very pretty,
no one's there to catch you when you fall.
Somewhere out on that horizon,
far away from the neon sky,
I know there must be somethin' better,
and I can't stay another night.
In the city, oh, oh.
In the city.