| Fly away in the back of a second-hand shop
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| Draw the curtains and wake up in 1968 or 9
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| Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane
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| Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward
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| Every little thing that you are
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| These shakes are prying me loose
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| Ain’t got time to wake up, so many people to get hold of
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| I’m calling up this downbeat guy I’d like to be for an hour or two
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| Slick and curious in every sense of the word
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| Fits my style like a hand in a glove
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| And with just a flick of a well-hung wrist
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| I’m gonna move over and over again
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| Sometimes you just hijack somebody
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| Make 'em into your own, make 'em into your own
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| Fly away in the back of a second hand shop
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| Draw the curtains and wake up in 1978 or 9
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| Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane
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| Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward
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| Every little thing that you are
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| These shakes are shaking me up
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| Ain’t got no mind to stay, so many times I tried to control and let go
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| Right wing politician, or a communist
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| Army fiend or a pacifist
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| Top notch broker, or a beggar man thief
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| There’s no end to the possibilities
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| You can steal for a leather collar, get fluffy in the face
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| Wear chains from your wallet and live out your indie ways
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| Nothing stops you from being anyone you want
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| But the city’s gonna break ya if you don’t wake up from where you belong
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| Fly away in the back of a second hand shop
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| Draw the curtains and wake up in 1988 or 9
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| Fly away on the wings of a getaway plane
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| Fly away on your own and let your mind bring forward
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| Every little thing that you are
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| Every little thing that you are |