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I'm tired of broken street glass
Not getting no ass
Unless the babies sleep, but even then seems like we're trying to creep
Tired of paying taxes, sending emails and faxes
Tired of crooked cops, tired of black folk complaining that crime don't stop

I wanna go to a place where lovers go
Do the things that lovers do
No stress, a sweet caress from me to you
I wanna do the things we used to do,
Say the things we used to say
Just lay, everyday (all day)

Far away from here, far away from here, Far away from here,
Just jump in a taxicab, pack a bag, and get away fast. (2x)

I'm tired of late subway trains
Tired of undeserved fame
Tired of watching something, on the TV doing nothing
I'd rather be looking at ya
I'd rather be laying with ya
And I don't want to forget all the love we captured the day we met

I wanna go to a place where lovers go
Do the things that lovers do
No stress boo, a sweet caress from me to you
I wanna do the things we used to do,
Say the things we used to say
Just lay, everyday (all day)

Chorus

Far away from here, far away from here, Far away from here,
Just jump in a taxicab, pack a bag, and get away fast. (2x)

(music playing)

Far away from here, far away from here, Far away from here,
Just jump in a taxicab, pack a bag, and get away fast. (4x)


Mirror lyrics:

Just jump in a taxicab, pack a bag, and get away fast. (4x)
Far away from here, far away from here, Far away from here,

(music playing)

Just jump in a taxicab, pack a bag, and get away fast. (2x)
Far away from here, far away from here, Far away from here,

Chorus

Just lay, everyday (all day)
Say the things we used to say
I wanna do the things we used to do,
No stress boo, a sweet caress from me to you
Do the things that lovers do
I wanna go to a place where lovers go

And I don't want to forget all the love we captured the day we met
I'd rather be laying with ya
I'd rather be looking at ya
Tired of watching something, on the TV doing nothing
Tired of undeserved fame
I'm tired of late subway trains

Just jump in a taxicab, pack a bag, and get away fast. (2x)
Far away from here, far away from here, Far away from here,

Just lay, everyday (all day)
Say the things we used to say
I wanna do the things we used to do,
No stress, a sweet caress from me to you
Do the things that lovers do
I wanna go to a place where lovers go

Tired of crooked cops, tired of black folk complaining that crime don't stop
Tired of paying taxes, sending emails and faxes
Unless the babies sleep, but even then seems like we're trying to creep
Not getting no ass
I'm tired of broken street glass


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