Remember when we were angels Before we stole cars And when sex and drugs Lived up in another world... not a care in the world
Hide and seek, kissing and running Til you were out of breath In the late day sun Until your mamma called you home... and you didn't wanna go
Fly High Be my getaway Gotta get away Fly High Be my getaway Gotta get away
Coppers, robbers, cowboys and indians Hanging round the corner Of the street you lived How come it seemed so far away... just a stone throw away
Your best friend wasn't someone you worked with And money from your old man Would burn a hole In your pocket all day... not a single debt to pay
Fly High Be my getaway Gotta get away Fly High Be my getaway Gotta get away
Fly High Be my getaway Gotta get away Fly High Be my getaway Gotta get away Fly High Be my getaway Gotta get away
Compositor: Desconhecido no ECADIntérpretes: Adam Yousefi Zindani (PPL - I), Javier Weyler (Stereophonics) (PPL - I), Kelly Jones (Stereophonics) (BMG RIGHTS), Richard Mark Jones (KNR-I)Publicado em 2008ECAD verificado fonograma #13229262 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM