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justin rutledge - Getting Away
I tripped on the steps of the spanish stairs
Cursing your beauty and gasping for air
You've got a way of getting away from me
Through vineyards and fountains
Mountains of miles
Through decades of traffic turnstiles
You've got a way of getting away from me
Send me a postcard drop me a line
Why are you so hard to find
You're right here beside me
But why are you so hard to find
Send me a postcard drop me a line
Why are you so hard to find
You're sleeping beside me
Why are you so hard to find
From russia with love
From paris with pain
From new york with roses
From london with rain
You've got a way of getting away from me
You've got a way of getting away
You've got a way of getting away
You've got a way of getting away from me