Head in the Clouds

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Head in the clouds or under the weather

More late nights of the same old shite than you cared to remember

Rough as a stone or light as a feather

You're on top o' the world with a smile looking down or inside with the lava

They tell you nothing is free, only thing guaranteed is a load o' palava

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Head in the clouds or under the weather

Having your fun with two weeks in the sun and the rest is December

But something's appearing, it's blurring your vision

And it's cutting a shape like a hot razor blade with a deadly precision

Now you're caught in a game you don't know how to play but you win by decision

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The Bonny is burning, the craziest feeling

Down in your guts where you hide all the things you don't want to be hearing

The feeling is building, you try not to fight it

So you try to be cool but then act like a fool, you don't know how to hide it

'Cause it feels like a dream that you're through on goal in the final and skied it

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The answer is staring, though you're no very clever

You're still stupid enough to know that you can't run forever

On your mind every day, 'cause the pain goes away any time you're together

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Take a trip to the jungle, become a magician

Find an army of wise old shaman and hope that they cure your condition

No more satellite navigation to read your position

I don't know if you're really in love but I have my suspicions