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Text: Ocean Colour Scene. Get Away.

Well I used to be a listener
There was nothing left to get
About what you are
And what you haven't been yet
Some of them like to tell a story that is long and old
Couchin' in indifference and the wine that they were sold
To get away, away, away
Just get away, away, away

Well someone's got to tell that its not deserved
Rehearsed or written down, by playwrights over time
Just pickin' up on a nerve, and some of them got a difference
They reserve for you, well I like them all but
I don't trust any of them, well shouldn't you
Just get away, away, away
Just get away, away, away
Just get away, away, away
Just get away

Well I used to think
My freedom was a lot of things I'd give
Demandin' on my time
But I had so much time to give
But I used to think that everythin'
Was a need in what you are
Findin' out the truth that hurts
So I never went that far, no I'd always get away

Get away, away
Away, away, away
Away, away, away

Comes down to the fact
That I'm now different from the past
Demandin' all my ideals
Its just tryin' to make them last
Some of the things that you say
They're ringin' home so true
Hang my head out the door
And I follow you, yeah I follow you
And I get away

Get away, away, away
Get away, away, away
Get away, away, away
Get away, away, away
Away, away

Oh!
Get away, away, away
Get away, away, away
Get away, away, away