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Let's get out of this country I'll admit I am bored with me I drowned my sorrows and slept around When not in body at least in mind We'll find a cathedral city You can convince me I am pretty We'll pick berries and recline Let's hit the road dear friend of mine Wave goodbye to our thankless jobs We'll drive for miles maybe never turn off We'll find a cathedral city you can be handsome I'll be pretty What does this city have to offer me Everyone else thinks it's the bee's knees What does this city have to offer me? I just can't see I just can't see Let's get out of this country I have been so unhappy Smell the Jasmine my head was turned I feel like getting confessional We'll find a cathedral city you can convince me I am pretty What does this city have to offer me Everyone else thinks it's the bee's knees What does this city have to offer me I just can't see I just can't see From Letras Mania