Born in the troubled city
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In Rock and Roll, USA
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In the shadow of the tallest building
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I vowed I would break away
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Listened to the Sunday actors
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But all they would ever say
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That you can't get away from it
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No you can't get away
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No you can't get away from it
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No you can't get away
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Schooled on the city sidewalks
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Coldness at every turn
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Knew I had to find the exits
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I never, ever would return
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Scoffed at the prophet's omens
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That said I would live to learn
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That you can't get away from it
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No you can't get away
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No you can't get away from it
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No you can't get away
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Going unaided toward the west coast
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Stopped in the sleepy town
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Left my change and walked out
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I didn't even turn around
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What they were getting next to
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Was that old familiar sound
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That you can't get away from it
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No you can't get away
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No you can't get away from it
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No you can't get away
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In a hotel room in Amsterdam
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On a wild and windy August night
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As a cloud passed over a cold moon
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My heart was seized with terror and fright
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Seeping up through the floorboards
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Coming in through the walls
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Coming in through the doorway
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Ringing up and down the halls
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That you can't get away from it
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No you can't get away
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No you can't get away from it
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No you can't get away
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No you can't get away
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No you can't get away
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No you can't get away...
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Can't Get Away
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