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Tom: C C These are not my people, I should never have come here Am The chick with the dick and the gift for the gab F I know a place, I've seen the face G And I'll take the coast from factory to factory C These nights that I have been all alone Am And through my window the moonlight she shone F And on my walls the fire she danced G Playing out my very last chance to C run...run...run...run... Am Don't look back, you're moving too fast F I know a place, I've seen the face G And I'll take the high road from factory to factory Oh yeah... There are millions and millions of people around On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds And I can walk with them, I love them, I need them But there are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed To the run-of-the-mill, the destitute and the cold Sores exposed to the blisters and shards Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun The sun...the sun...the sun...run...run...run... I know a place, I've seen a face And I'll take the coast from factory to factory Oh yeah... These are not my people, I should never have come here I know a place, I've seen a face And I'll take the coast from factory to factory Oh yeah...