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In the heart of the west coast city
It's hard to get what you need
The streets are filled with a million voices
The sound of impatient feet
But I, I'm so alone in a crowd
It's drivin' me to extremes!

If I listen long enough to the line
...Then I'm gonna know it's time to hide

Hide-Hideaway
Hide-Hideaway
Hide-Hideaway.

With the Taxman on the left side
And the Rent man off to the right
The traffic jammed up in between 'em
You can't even put up a fight
"Don't just stand there... move along!"
I spin my wheels and fly!

If I listen long enough to the line
...Then I'm gonna need a place to hide

Hide-Hideaway
Hide-Hideaway
Hide-Hideaway.

So pull down all the curtains
Put a chain on all of the doors
In these four walls inside my room
Gonna build me a private world

I wonder if time will make me wise
Soon I'm gonna need a place to hide

Hide-Hideaway
Hide-Hideaway
Hide-Hideaway.