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SG


Stereophonics
: : Getaway : :

Remember when we were angels
before we stole cars...
And when sex and drugs
lived up in another world...
Not a care in the world.

Hide and seek, kissing and running,
till you were out of breath...
In the late night day sun,
until you Mamma called you home...
And you didn't wanna go...

Fly...
High...
Be my getaway...
Gotta getaway...

Fly...
High...
Be my getaway...
Gotta getaway...

Coppers, robbers, cowboys and Indians,
Hanging round the corner of the street you lived.
How come it felt so far away...?
Just a stone throw away...

Your best friend wasn't someone you worked with...
And money from your old man,
would burn a hole in yer pocket all day...
Not a single debt to pay...

Fly...
High...
Be my getaway...
Gotta getaway...