| Get It Out Of Your Head
Lyric by Clive James, music by Pete Atkin
Those halfway houses that you used to run to
For a friendly bed
And all the women you were like a son to
They don't fall behind
You can't just push them from your mind
So you can get that right out of your head
Those panic letters better left unwritten
Didn't go unread
Those ugly scenes that you were such a hit in
Critics still recall
You'll never quite live down them all
Not even the dead can bury their dead
A fresh deck of cards that'll run your way
Who doesn't dream of a new beginning?
But the dealer raises and goes on winning
The cloth looks worn (and) you don't seem (to be) able
Even at dawn to quit the table
And call it a day
And the funny thing is you didn't ask to play
You're miles too late to be absolved or shriven
Now the gods are gone
And no-one's solved how to be unforgiven
And (yet) still go on but that's the way it is
This is where it's at, there's nothing else instead
So you can get that right out of your head
Get that right out of your head
Get that right out of your head
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