Text: Chicago. Chicago VIII. Hideaway.

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(P. Cetera)

You know I gotta go
Got to find a place
Get away
From the human race
Find a place where the air is clear
On a sunny day, sunny day
I got to find
A Hideaway, hideaway
Hideaway
Hideaway
Hideaway
Hideaway
You know I gotta leave
Got to find a place, any place
Get away
From the city pace, city pace
I gotta go out where the air is fresh and clear
On a sunny day, sunny day
And I got to find
A hideaway, yeah yeah