Joe Purdy - The City | Текст песни

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The city keeps on going.
On.

Float down the river with my Indian Jay.
Get off the boat and board a plane to JKF.
And I, ain't slept a week.
But it don't seem to matter to the subway speakers, squeak (and squeak)

The city keeps on going.
We just keep on rolling.
The city keeps on going.
We just keep on rolling.
On.

Grand Central Station and got wind they're coming down.
And the goodness yesterday.
No one round oh and I still recognize her after all these years.
And she still looks the same,
Ah, she still looks the same.

Float down the river with my Indian Jay.
Get off the boat and board a plane to JKF.
And I, ain't slept a week.
But it don't seem to matter to the subway speakers, squeak (and squeak)

The city keeps on going.
We just keep on rolling.
The city keeps on going.
We just keep on rolling.
On.

Oh and we end up in Brooklyn.
It was rainin' so hard.
Come up all day.
And the rain to clear it off,
Oh we're just people watching on 3rd and St. Mormons.
And when the girl's kissing my face,
My face
She was just kissing my face.

The city keeps on going.
We just keep on rolling.
The city keeps on going.
We just keep on rolling.
On.
Rolling On.
And again, again...

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