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Birds on the wind, we are the lost generation we have to go breaking the hearts of a nation oh, but I´m fine, this city´s ok, this is my time I´m finding my way is this brave new world but there´s one thing Here on a Sunday it´s always the same the streets are deserted, just me and the rain on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home Birds on the wind, sailing the highways of freedom birds have to sing, needing a dream to believe in oh but all changed, utterly changed in this land that´s losing its way, like a ship adrift on the ocean Here on a Sunday it´s always the same the streets are deserted, just me and the rain on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home Home where my heart is home, the sea and the sky and that feeling inside and to be with my friends how I long for that feeling again Letras de cancionesHere on a Sunday, it´s bringing me down the streets are deserted, just me and the rain on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home on big city Sundays, it is when I´m alone I´m holding back the tears, dreaming of home dreaming of home From Letras Mania