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Getting Out Of Here - The King Blues
From the high rise tower blocks
Where kids sit outside corner shops
They're dressed to kill in stilettos
While they eat their Cornetto's
And while I'm gone
Please save the youth
Shout it out don't hide the truth
'Cause Thatcher's kids
And Blair's teenagers
They see themselves
As total strangers
So I sit up here all alone
'Cause I'd rather be on my own
Then running 'round
With them idiots down there
So goodbye Piccadilly
And farewell Leicester Square
We've shared some special times
Now I'm getting out of here
Did you live out all your lifelong dreams
With custard creams
By the coffee machines
Or were there thoughts of
I don't want to be here
Made worse by the weekends beer
So I sit up here all alone
'Cause I'd rather be on my own
Then running 'round
With them idiots down there
So goodbye Piccadilly
And farewell Leicester Square
We've shared some special times
Now I'm getting out of here
So goodbye Piccadilly
And farewell Leicester Square
We've shared some special times
Now I'm getting out of here
