Flawless (Go To The City)

'Cause youÂ’re beautiful (Like no other)
'Cause youÂ’re beautiful (maybe tonight, theyÂ’ll see you tonight)

Beautiful .... beautiful

And itÂ’s no good waiting by the window
ItÂ’s no good waiting for the sun
Please believe me, the things you dream of
They donÂ’t fall in the laps of no-one

And itÂ’s no good . . . Waiting, waiting
And itÂ’s no good . . . Waiting

YouÂ’ve got to go to the city

Always the same
Always the same dreams yeah yeah
Always the same (yes youÂ’re movinÂ’ up)

Well youÂ’ve got to think of something
'Cause your job pays you nothing
But youÂ’ve got the things God gave you
So the music may yet be your saviour

Got to be a way, some way
Got to be some way to make your way to the light (All the girls say)
Got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight, maybe tonight

And itÂ’s always the same . . .
Always the same dreams yeah yeah
Always the same (yes youÂ’re movinÂ’ up)

YouÂ’re beautiful, you are, and you know it
YouÂ’re wasted here, youÂ’re a star
In this small town of hand-me-downs who donÂ’t even know it

Sometimes it brings you down
Sometimes it eats you up
Sometimes you think that your headÂ’s going to blow
It doesnÂ’t get better . . .

DonÂ’t you know, youÂ’ve got to go to the city
YouÂ’ve got to reach the other side of the glass
I think youÂ’ll make it in the city baby
I think you know that you are more than just
Some fucked up piece of ass

Got to be a way, some way
Got to be some way to make your way to the light (All the boys say)
Got to be some way, today, today, maybe tonight,
TheyÂ’ll see you tonight

And it's always the same
A lways the same
Always the same dreams yeah yeah
Always the same (yes youÂ’re movinÂ’ up)

Cause you're beautiful (like no other)
Cause you're beautiful (take me, make me)
Cause you're beautiful (maybe tonight, they'll see you tonight)

Beautiful .... beautiful

And itÂ’s no good waiting by the window
ItÂ’s no good waiting for the sun
Please believe me, the things you dream of
They donÂ’t fall in the laps of no-one

And itÂ’s no good . . . Waiting, waiting
And itÂ’s no good . . . Waiting

YouÂ’ve got to go to the city
YouÂ’ve got to go to the city,
TheyÂ’re going to find you there

'Cause youÂ’re beautiful
'Cause youÂ’re beautiful

Sometimes it brings you down
Sometimes it eats you up
Sometimes you think that your headÂ’s going to blow and
It doesnÂ’t get better . . .

DonÂ’t you know, youÂ’ve got to go to the city
YouÂ’ve got to reach the other side of the glass
I think youÂ’ll make it in the city baby
I think you know that you are more than just
Some fucked up piece of ass

More than just ...

Sid youÂ’ve got to think of something
'Cause your job pays you nothing
But youÂ’ve got the things God gave you
So the music may yet be your saviour

Do you want a saviour, saviour
Say that you do,
You know youÂ’re wasted here, wasted here
And there ainÂ’t no miracles happening any time soon ...