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These are not my people, 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, I've seen a face |
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I'll take the coast from factory to factory, ah |
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These night's that I've been all alone |
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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, I've seen a face |
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I'll take the roads from factory to factory oh |
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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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Then I can walk with them, I love the money then I |
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But there are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed |
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To the run-of-the-mill, the destitute and the cold |
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And the 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, I know a place, 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, ah yeah, ah |
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These are not my people, I should never have come here |
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Oh I know a place, I've seen a face |
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I'll take the high road from factory to factory oh yeah, oh yeah |
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Ah yeah, ah, oh yeah, oh yeah, ah |
