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I’m just a shy romantic with my eyes on the loose

I’m in an overcoated way

A poet in a garret

You know some people say

Standing at the barline with my lip on the curl

I’m with the other lean and lear

My finger on the pulse

And my hand around a beer

Ahh Ahhhh

Well I don’t wanna know what’s going round here

Ahh Ahhhh

I’ve got to get away to get away

The singer in the band he sweat on a pose

And he’s really such a jerk

Thinks he can call me stupid

Because he gets alot of work

I’m standing in the background

Got my arms on the fold

And every dog’s gonna have it’s day

A new musical express

And my own four way P. A

It’s just a matter of time

Hold it under light

Ahh Ahhhh

I’ve got to get away to get away to get away

Well I’ve been reading those biographies in paperback

I’ve got a death — wish that I can’t explain

I’ve been working on the petulance

And the urchin took my name

I’m standing in the background

Got my arms on the fold

And every dog’s gonna have it’s day

A new musical express

And my own four way P. A

It’s just a matter of time

Hold it under light

Ahh Ahhhh

I’ve got to get away to get away to get away

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