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Kate Bush - fellhouse
Driving back in her car
Watching the wipers squashing the leaves away
Suddenly there in the road
Is your old self trying to get out of the rain.
I am my enemy
Mowing me over
And fowing the light away
Somehow it just seems to fit
With that old me trying to get back again.
Imagination sets in
Then all the voices begin
Telling you things that aren't happening
( But they nig they nag, 'til they're under your skin )
You've really got to
Remember yourself
You've got a fullhouse in your head tonight
Remember yourself
Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight
My silly pride,
Digging the knife in,
She loves to come for her ride,
Surely by now I should know,
I can control my highs and my lows
By questioning all that I do,
Examining every move
Trying to get back to the rudiments
( If they nig and they nag, 'til they're under your skin )
You've really got to
Remember yourself
You've got a fullhouse in your head tonight
Remember yourself
Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight.
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