words and music by Michael Seibt

Am (x02210@1)        G (320003@1)                    AmWhen (x02210@1)I was young you taught me the pain
   Am (x02210@1)           G (320003@1)                  AmI (x02210@1)learned that a lot of things were in vain
 C (x32010@1)          G (320003@1)       F (133211@1)              CWhen (x32010@1)I was a young man you showed me the way
C (x32010@1)           G (320003@1)            F (133211@1)             E (022100@1)      E7But (020130@1)whatever happened there was no doubt to stay
Am (x02210@1)         G (320003@1)               AmStay (x02210@1)in the city that doesn't exist

Wherever I am I'm missing your flair
The smell of baking-powder everywhere in the air	
I know the malls in London, Paris and Rome
Amsterdam, Copenhagen, but I wanna get back home
Home to the city, that doesn't exist

The forest so near and the fields always green
The rain and the mist can't conceal what I see
You are the place, where I will spend my life
The ground of my roots and sometimes my pride
Although they say, you doesn't exist

They say you are the capital of the province
But I don't care: They don't know any inch
Never sat near the lake watching the sun rise
Never stood on the fortress when the autumn wind cried
Let them believe in their trash - I know you exist

Outro: Am  G  Am

It's good that they can't find you in the rain and the mist
Homesick to you - they cannot know how it is
I know, it is good, and it's good as it is
You are the city, that really exists
You are the city, that really exists
You are the city, ---------- that really exists

Ending: |: Am  G Am  (Harp) :|

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