Factory
Martha Wainwright
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TChese are not my people I should never have come here
TAmhe chick with the dick and the gift for the gab
IF know a place I've seen the face
AGnd I'll take the coast from factory to factory
TChese nights that I have been all alone
AAmnd through my window the moonlight she shone
AFnd on my walls the fire she danced
PGlaying out my very last chance to
rCun...run...run...run...
DAmon't look back you're moving too fast
IF know a place I've seen the face
AGnd 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...