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| − | My city
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| − | My City has a lot of faces
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| − | Some can be found in forgotten places
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| − | Comfortably sound with a lot of graces
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| − | The Sun could be down on his hungry town but in Rotterdam he found him a shot
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| − | at greatness,
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| − | My City has a lot of faces
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| − | Some can tell you what a “loss of faith” is
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| − | Be-Fore we hated people we were all created equal then we
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| − | Learnt to despise the strife and
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| − | Forgot that variety’s the spice of life – look around you
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| − | Constantly standing on the brink of history
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| − | Watching Newsreaders linking mysteries
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| − | Even though a few reporters taught us to be cautious ‘cause they
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| − | Stink of this disease called inconsistency
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| − | See my city has a lot of faces
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| − | Under social tensions you can see Rotterdam languishes:
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| − | 30% minorities, 300 languages
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| − | 273 times the wealth of the poorest yet your door is next door to the extra poor
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| − | We look on the bright side but we’re vexed for sure
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| − | Like all we have to ourselves is sex and war
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| − | And a lot of diversity, so what could I personally Hate a complexion for?
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| − | I see different coloured hands outstretched for more
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| − | And join us in moving along to the groove of the song
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| − | What a sight to see, we could swap a nicety
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| − | Some of us feel you've forgotten my city
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| − | But hopefully you’ll be proving us wrong
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| − | If you can take the rough with the smooth then it’s on
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