This Is The City

Not from around here, that much is clear
Bothered with the oil lingering in the air
I see you're stranded, and feel your fear
Watch you huddle as I draw near

Whoa
Whoa

What do you want from me my friend
I'm not who you might think that I am
I'm no hero, and I won't pretend
Just to help since you're struggling

Whoa
Whoa
This is the city
I don't help anybody but myself
This is the city
I don't help anybody but myself

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
This is the city
I don't help anybody but myself
This is the city
I don't help anybody but myself
This is the city
I don't help anybody but myself
This is the city
I don't help anybody but myself
I don't help anybody but myself
I don't help anybody but myself
I don't help anybody but myself

Sweet, sweet, sweet, sweet and carefree
I can't hardly believe
That you're giving this to me
A gift from your heart
It gives me a fresh start
But I won't tear you apart
So I cannot say yes
But let me express
That you're no longer in distress
Your gift's true wealth
For a man stuck on himself
When I help you I help myself



Credits
Writer(s): Paulie Cohen
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