| You can hear me approaching, I am tapping feet,
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| I’m a wild child, I’m just street meat.
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| I’m gonna take a car in the dark of night
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| And travel home to see all my old friends.
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| I’ll catch them by surprise
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| Just to let them know I’m not living these lies,
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| I belong to the streets, I’m a wild child.
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| I’m searching, always searching,
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| Always searching for a new destination
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| Yes I’m searching, always searching,
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| Always searching for a new destination
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| City lights blink like electric eyes
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| As I move on in and out of trees.
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| Lizards run through pylons and telegraph wires
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| Higher grow my fires of curiosity.
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| I’m searching, always searching,
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| Always searching for a new destination
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| Yes I’m searching, always searching,
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| Always searching for a new destination
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| Til I’m going to get there, and I’m going to get there
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| I won’t be stopped but the news travels fast
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| So I gotta get away, gotta get away, Gotta get away today.
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| Who and what am I to say the why’s and where’s?
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| All I know is I’m going to escape.
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| I’m searching, always searching,
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| Always searching, for a new destination
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| Yes I’m searching, always searching,
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| Always searching, for a new destination
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| Til I’m going to get there, and I’m going to get there
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| And I’m gotta get away, gotta get away, gotta get away today.
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| And I’m going to get there
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| And I’m going to get there…
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| Street creature… |