We’ve got full picture postcards and wrecking crews
We’ve got long hot butter and thinning fuse

This City don’t get up for me
This City ain’t my cup of tea
We’ve got wide open spaces
Bows in our laces
There ain’t no getting over it takes so long

We’ve got the scent of a natural and falling ash
We’ve got instant persuasion and memory crash

This City don’t stay out too long
This City never felt so wrong
We’ve got cars at the races
Scars on our faces
There ain’t no getting over it takes so long

Oh idle eyes and smoky shallow voice
I’m sitting here and waiting for the choice
And breathing
And screaming

My my there ain’t much left right in this city

This City don’t get up for me
This City it ain’t no guarantee
We’ve got cars at the races
Scars on our faces
There ain’t no getting over it takes so long
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This City Lyrics

Et Tu Brucé – This City Lyrics