Going On Cold Songtext
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Standing on my own again,
Turning inside out
And when you look up,
I'll be looking down.
Going to keep my head this time,
Thicken up this skin of mine.
I'll sit out this dance -
You spun me round before.
Fumble through my aching head,
Hearing all those words you said,
Turning inside out
And when you look up,
I'll be looking down.
Going to keep my head this time,
Thicken up this skin of mine.
I'll sit out this dance -
You spun me round before.
Fumble through my aching head,
Hearing all those words you said,
I think I'll put them to a tune that you know well.
But I'm sick of that old tune I sing.
It fills my head with old black things,
Oh Christ you've spun me round,
Just like you did before.
But I'm sick of that old tune I sing.
It fills my head with old black things,
Oh Christ you've spun me round,
Just like you did before.
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