Letters To Cleo - Get On With It - text písně

The Sunday Paper is a mess and
I'm not gonna pick it up you are
if I could just get on with it.
It don't matter my hair's a mess
cause you're not gonna fix it up for me,
I am if I could just get on with it,
I would take a breath
outside myself a stranger place
I couldn't find and no one knows who I am
and you can't say my name.
Can't think of anything else worse
'cause if I didn't fuck it up you would
why can't you just do something right.
Just once change my mind cause if you can
I'd be the one you know
I am but you're so blind,
you always were I didn't catch your name.
I would take a breath outside myself a stranger place
I couldn't find and no one knows
who I am and you can't say my name.

Přidal: fjera dne 14. 10. 2005 v 15:26.
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