Get On With It en Letters To Cleo

Letra de musica Get On With It en Letters To Cleo

Get On With It
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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