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Looking for another chance for someone else to beLooking for another place to ride into the sunRide into the sun, ride into the sunRide into the sun ride into the sunWhere -everything seems so prettyBut if you're tired and you're sick of the cityRemember that it's just a flower, made out of clayOh, the cityWhere everything seems so dirtyBut if you're tired and you're filled with self-pityRemember that you're just one more person who's thereIt's hard to live in the cityIt's hard to live in the city, oh - oh - ohIt's hard to live in the city, oh - wow - wowIt's hard to live in the city Aus Songtexte Mania