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CThese are not my people, I should never have come here AmThe chick with the dick and the gift for the gab FI know a place, I've seen the face GAnd I'll take the coast from factory to factory
CThese nights that I have been all alone AmAnd through my window the moonlight she shone FAnd on my walls the fire she danced GPlaying out my very last chance to
Crun...run...run...run... AmDon't look back, you're moving too fast FI know a place, I've seen the face GAnd I'll take the high road from factory to factory
Oh yeah... There are millions and millions of people around On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds And I can walk with them, I love them, I need them But there are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed To the run-of-the-mill, the destitute and the cold Sores exposed to the blisters and shards Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun The sun...the sun...the sun...run...run...run... I know a place, I've seen a face And I'll take the coast from factory to factory Oh yeah... These are not my people, I should never have come here I know a place, I've seen a face And I'll take the coast from factory to factory Oh yeah...