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This City (Oct.1/13) words and music by Karen Morand
There’s a woman, she’s a girl
Selling pieces of her heart
For some peace of mind
She is Venus without arms at Wyandotte and Church
That’s the closest she’ll get to God

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city

There’s a man with a bottle
He knows it as his lover – always on his mind, never far away
And at night he’s dissatisfied, they break up ‘til the morning
And he runs back again to his only friend

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city

The sun pushed it’s way past the bricks shouting,
“Rise up, come get your fix!” This day was made for the
busy and forgotten
the pretty and the outcast
and this city can start again

There’s a million voices singing, trying to be heard
I can feel it in the street; deep cries out to deep
But we cover our own ears and we close our hearts to kindness
And the God @ Church and Wyandotte just weeps

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city
This city, oh, this city
This city…start again






This City (Oct.1/13) words and music by Karen Morand
There’s a woman, she’s a girl
Selling pieces of her heart
For some peace of mind
She is Venus without arms at Wyandotte and Church
That’s the closest she’ll get to God

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city

There’s a man with a bottle
He knows it as his lover – always on his mind, never far away
And at night he’s dissatisfied, they break up ‘til the morning
And he runs back again to his only friend

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city

The sun pushed it’s way past the bricks shouting,
“Rise up, come get your fix!” This day was made for the
busy and forgotten
the pretty and the outcast
and this city can start again

There’s a million voices singing, trying to be heard
I can feel it in the street; deep cries out to deep
But we cover our own ears and we close our hearts to kindness
And the God @ Church and Wyandotte just weeps

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city
This city, oh, this city
This city…start again






This City (Oct.1/13) words and music by Karen Morand
There’s a woman, she’s a girl
Selling pieces of her heart
For some peace of mind
She is Venus without arms at Wyandotte and Church
That’s the closest she’ll get to God

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city

There’s a man with a bottle
He knows it as his lover – always on his mind, never far away
And at night he’s dissatisfied, they break up ‘til the morning
And he runs back again to his only friend

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city

The sun pushed it’s way past the bricks shouting,
“Rise up, come get your fix!” This day was made for the
busy and forgotten
the pretty and the outcast
and this city can start again

There’s a million voices singing, trying to be heard
I can feel it in the street; deep cries out to deep
But we cover our own ears and we close our hearts to kindness
And the God @ Church and Wyandotte just weeps

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city
This city, oh, this city
This city…start again






This City (Oct.1/13) words and music by Karen Morand
There’s a woman, she’s a girl
Selling pieces of her heart
For some peace of mind
She is Venus without arms at Wyandotte and Church
That’s the closest she’ll get to God

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city

There’s a man with a bottle
He knows it as his lover – always on his mind, never far away
And at night he’s dissatisfied, they break up ‘til the morning
And he runs back again to his only friend

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city

The sun pushed it’s way past the bricks shouting,
“Rise up, come get your fix!” This day was made for the
busy and forgotten
the pretty and the outcast
and this city can start again

There’s a million voices singing, trying to be heard
I can feel it in the street; deep cries out to deep
But we cover our own ears and we close our hearts to kindness
And the God @ Church and Wyandotte just weeps

And this city won’t come out to today
This city won’t come out to play
She’s been kicked around and lied about and told she’ll never win
And she’d rather stay in bed all day
This city, oh, this city
This city, oh, this city
This city…start again