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The city grows cold as we start to fallThe streets are still lit, the bars at last callLooking for love and looking for whenA final letter from me will be sentCause we've all got to be going somewhereYeah we've all got to be going somewhereSome to the ground and some to thin airBut we've all got to be going somewhereI've got my freedom, I've got my friendsI've got stories and dusty book endsStories that go past cigarette endsSome lives are born and some remain deadBut we've all got to be going somewhereYeah we've all got to be going somewhereSome to the ground and some to thin airBut we've all got to be going somewhereYeah we've all got to be going somewhereYeah we've all got to be going somewhereYeah we've all got to be going somewhere From Letras Mania