Big city Sundays
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1. Birds on the wing, we are the lost generation,
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we
have to go breaking the hearts of a nation.
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Oh, but I'm fine, this city's
ok,
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this
is my time I'm finding my way
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in
this brave new world, but there's one thing.
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Here on a Sunday, it's always the same,
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the streets are deserted, just me
and the rain.
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On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone,
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I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home.
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2. Birds on the wind, sailing the highways of freedom,
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birds
have to sing, needing a dream to believe in.
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Oh, but all changed, utterly
changed in this land,
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that's
losing it's way, like a ship adrift on the ocean.
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+ Home, where my heart is,
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home,
the sea and the sky and that I’m feeling inside,
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just
to be with my friends, how I long for that feeling again !
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Here on a Sunday, it's bringing me down,
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the streets are deserted, there's
no one around.
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On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone,
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I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home.
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On big city Sundays, it's when I'm alone,
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I'm holding back the tears, dreaming of home.
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+ Dreaming of home.
(Chris de Burgh)