| Trapped in the Shayla funk-excorism
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| Known to do wonders for the beat-urism
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| Say what in the Shayla funk-excorism
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| Known to do wonders for the beat-urism
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| Shayla worked in a factory
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| She wasn’t history
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| She’s just a number
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| One day she gets her final pay
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| And she goes far away
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| Green trees call to me
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| I am free but life is so cheap
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| Scenery is still outside of me
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| All alone trapped by its beauty
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| Shayla turned to run away
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| To leave in peace and end her stay
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| Years of fear were in her way
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| Lost in space and down she came
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| Suddenly some subtle entity
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| Some cosmic energy brushed her like shadows
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| Down here we stop to wonder
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| Cars on the freeway
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| Bright lights and thunder
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| Trapped in the Shayla funk-excorism
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| Known to do wonders for the beat-urism
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| Say what in the Shayla funk-excorism
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| Known to do wonders for the beat-urism |