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Trapped in the Shayla funk, excorismKnown to do wonders for the beat, urismSay what in the Shayla funk, excorismKnown to do wonders for the beat, urismShayla worked in a factoryShe wasn't history.She's just a numberOne day she gets her final payAnd she goes far awayGreen trees call to meI am free but life is so cheapScenery is still outside of meAll alone, trapped by its beautyShayla turned to run awayTo leave in peace and end her stayYears of fear were in her wayLost in space and down she cameSuddenly some subtle entitySome cosmic energy brushed her like shadowsDown here we stop to wonderCars on the freeway.Bright lights and thunderSongtexteTrapped in the Shayla funk, excorismKnown to do wonders for the beat, urismSay what in the Shayla funk, excorismKnown to do wonders for the beat, urism Aus Songtexte Mania