Blur - Get Out of Cities Lyrics
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Get Out of Cities
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What Are The Lyrics For Get Out of Cities By Blur?
I got the licence
I got dirty knees I've been swinging in trees A paid up member I've been eating fleas Running naked in the breeze Catatonia itch Catalonia stitch Oh, I've been running for miles I start to tingle from my head to my toes Oh, tomorrow it's a taint on the nose Hetty hetty hetty hetty oh it's a taint on the nose Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees She's in a sort of a capital freeze Cos the petrol's done a whole lot for me Catatonia itch Catalonia stitch Pray tomorrow is it-chy itchy itch Go to yourself on your map Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, and return to the trees Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, return to the trees, yeah yeah Get out of cities, and return to the trees |
Who Wrote Get Out of Cities By Blur?
Steven Alexander James, David Rowntree, Damon Albarn, Graham Coxon
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