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Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway |
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You know there ain't no street like home |
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To make you feel so all alone |
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Plenty of folk to tell you what to do |
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But they don't speak the same language as you |
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They wanna have me here |
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Have me and hold me near |
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Hold me down fasten and tie |
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But the cars are all flashing me |
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Bright lights are passing me |
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I feel life passing me by |
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The fuss is buzzing in my head |
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My father argued and my mother begged |
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It's not their words ain't tugging at me |
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But gotta stretch them break them, get myself free |
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They wanna have me here |
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Have me and hold me near |
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Hold me down fasten and tie |
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But the cars are all flashing me |
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Bright lights are passing me |
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I feel life passing me by |
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Gotta gotta gettaway, gotta gotta gettaway |
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I'm leaving home |