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Back in the city I don't like to taste the air, it's not like in the fields
It's not warmed up by the sun, that's why I like to
Go to the place where my family used to go, time here moves so slow
And although I'm by myself most times, I never feel alone

Wherever I go. I'm surrounded by green and blue, it brings me back to you
You're out in the city, almost 30, I need to see you soon
So I can convince you that there's this place we have to go
I want to show la casita where my family used to go

You don't mind, you're happy as long as you're sad
Back inside the city where everyone's fed
Greasy fries, smoke that blocks the sunset
From your eyes, but you don't seem to care

Out in the wild thoughts come out at an easy pace,
Like flowers in a vase
Back in the city it's way too busy for us to get along

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