Texty: Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark. Sugar Tax. Big Town.

I discovered a big town
On the crest of a wave
Throwing money at strangers
Taking candy from babes

Shaking hands in a big top
As the rain came down
I though it would not stop
Sending letters to paris
From the empire state
Taking pictures from the top

There's alot of things
For you to do
There's alot of dreams
That won't come true

I grew up in a big town
The lessons were not hard to learn
If you want them to love you
Then you must not love them in return

Spent the night at a party
Where i drank so much
I fell under your spell

Eight o'clock in the morning
And the daylight makes me
Look and feel like hell

There's alot of things
For you to do
There's alot of dreams
That won't come true

There's alot of things
For you to do
There's alot of dreams
That won't come true

When you live in a big town
There are sights and sounds
That make you want to cry

When you live in a big town
There are sights and sounds
That make you want to cry

When you live in a big town
There are sights and sounds
That make you want to cry

When you live in a big town
There are sights and sounds
That make you want to cry