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| Pete Atkin sings
Get It Out Of Your Head by Clive James and Pete Atkin, [Much more at www.peteatkin.com] |
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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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