I smell the smell of the cars
I smell the smell of the green grass
But that smell comes to me from too far
I hear the sound of the music
I hear the sound of the cars
I hear the sound of the nightingale
But that sound comes to me from too far
I live in the city
The country I left long ago
The names of the streets and people living here
I guess, I'll never know
I hear the sound of the music
I hear the sound of the cars
I hear the sound of the nightingale
But that sound comes to me from too far
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