Text: Stereophonics. You Gotta Go There To Come Back. Getaway.

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Remember when we were angels?
Folks thought it was all sex and drugs
But you're in my world
Not a care in the world
I can see the kiss in the morning
So you were outta breath in the late day sun
Until your Mamma called you home
And you didn't wanna go

Fly, be my getaway
Gotta getaway
Fly, be my getaway
Gotta getaway

Cops, robbers, cowboys and indians
Hanging round the corner of the street where we live
How come you felt so far away
Just a stone throw away

Your best friend wasn't someone you work with
The money of your own would burn a hole in your pocket all day
Not a single debt to pay

Fly, be my getaway
Gotta getaway
Fly, be my getaway
Gotta getaway

Fly, be my getaway
Gotta getaway
Fly, be my getaway
Gotta getaway