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J. Whitney / R. Chapman
Once I lived in green grass
An open country view
Now it's just a power blocking
Above its residue**
Gone are songs of songbirds
Spring and the summer too
Just rows and rows of terrace lungs
With demolition dew
Yes, what I'd give
If I could go back to the place
Where I used to live
The city smells of money
The townfolk bring me down
Hustling for their ** games
A business battleground
Yes, what I'd give
If I could go back to the place
Where I used to live