C Remember when we were angels Before we stole cars and when sex and drugs G Lived up in another world D C G Not a care in the world Hide and seek, kissing and running Till you were out of breath in the late night day sun Until you Mamma called you home And you didn't wanna go Chorus: D Fly High C Be my getaway Gotta getaway D Fly High C Be my getaway Gotta getaway Coppers, robbers, cowboys and Indians Hanging round the corner of the street you lived How come it felt 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 Chorus - x2 Fly High Be my getaway Gotta get away | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsC D G |