Текст (слова) песни: letters to cleo - Get On With It
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
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