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These are not my people, |
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I should never have come here |
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The chick with a dick and the gift for the gab |
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I know a place, |
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I've seen the face |
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And I'll take the coast from factory to factory |
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Ah These night's that |
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I've been on the road |
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Through my window the moonlight she shone |
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And on my walls the fire she danced |
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Playing out my very last chance to run, run, run, run |
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Don't look back, you're moving too fast |
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I know a place, |
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I've seen the face |
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And I'll take the high road from factory to factory |
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Oh yeah Oh yeah |
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Ah yeah Ah yeah |
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There are millions and millions of people around |
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On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds |
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And I can walk with them |
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I love them |
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I need their love |
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There are others |
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I have known as poor souls, sores exposed |
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The the run-of-the-mill, the destitute, and the cold |
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Sores exposed to the blisters and shards |
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Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun |
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The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run |
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I know a place, |
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I've seen a face |
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And I'll take the coast from factory to factory |
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Oh yeah Oh yeah |
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Ah yeah Ah yeah |
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Run, run Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm |
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These are not my people, |
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I should never have come here |
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I know a place, |
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I've seen the face |
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Take the coast from factory to factory |
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Oh yeah Oh yeah |
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Ah yeah Ah yeah |
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Oh yeah Oh yeah |
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Ah yeah |