Head In The Clouds

Gerry Cinnamon

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    Head in the clouds
    Or under the weather
    More late nights
    Of the same old shite
    Than you care to remember
    Rough as a stone
    But light as a feather
    You're on top of the world
    Do you smile lookin' down inside
    With a lover
    They tell you nothin' is free
    Only thing guaranteed
    Is a load of palaver

    Head in the clouds
    Or under the weather
    Havin' your fun
    With two weeks in the sun
    And the rest is December
    But something's appearin'
    It's blurrin' your vision
    And it's cuttin' 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 bonniest bondin'
    The craziest feelin'
    Down in your guts
    Where you hide all the things
    You don't want to be hearin'
    The feelin' is buildin'
    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

    The answer is starin'
    Though you're no very clever
    You're still stupid enough to know
    That you can't run forever
    On your mind every day
    Gives the pain, goes away
    Anytime you're together

    Take a trip to the jungle
    Become a magician
    Find an army of wise
    Old cheermen 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

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    Composition: Gerry Cinnamon

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