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"By Deborah Harry Shayla worked in a factory She wasn't history She's just a number One day she gets her final pay And she goes far away Oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh Oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh Green trees call to me I'm free but life is so cheap Scenery is still outside of me All alone trapped by its purity Shayla turned to run away To leave in peace and end her stay Years are few and anyway Lost in space and down she came Suddenly, some subtle entity Some cosmic energy brushed her like shadows Down here we stop to wonder Cars on the freeway, bright lights and thunder Oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh Oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh Oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh Oh oh-oh oh oh oh-oh oh "