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Sometimes I feel I've got to run away I've got to get away From the pain you drive into the heart of me. The love we share seems to go nowhere And I'

Trying to please All these people around me Is trying to reach for the moon (The Moon) I see their faces looking so empty saying I hope that they'll

Sometimes I feel I've got to Run away I've got to Get away From the pain that you drive into the heart of me The love we share Seems to go nowhere And

Chips on my shoulder More as I grow older Feel I owe a debt For the things I don't get I only miss out Well I was there before I sit in a corner Sit

Isn't it nice Sugar and spice Luring disco dollies To a life of vice I could make a film And make you my star You'd be a natural The way you are I would

In your little black book You've got the names And the favourite persuasions Of the people in the headlines I'm in there under A And I'm rated under