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Can't Get It Out Of My HeadMidnight, on the water,I saw the ocean's daughter, Walking on a wave's chicane, Staring as she called my name. And I can't get it out of my head, No I can't get it out of my head. Now my old world is gone for dead, 'Cos I can't get it out of my head. Breakdown, on the shoreline, Can't move, it's an ebbtide, Morning don't get here tonight, Searching for her silver light And I can't get it out of my head, No I can't get it out of my head. Now my old world is gone for dead, 'Cos I can't get it out of my head. Bank job, in the city, Robin Hood and William Tell and Ivanhoe and Lancelot, They don't envy me, Sitting 'til the sun goes down, In dreams the world keeps going round and round. And I can't get it out of my head, No I can't get it out of my head. Now my old world is gone for dead, 'Cos I can't get it out of my head. And I can't get it out of my head, No I can't get it out of my head. Now my old world is gone for dead, 'Cos I can't get it out of my head. |