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Three tower blocks glinting in the midday sun Two ice cubes melting in a glass of white rum Head for the places that I've never gone (I can't get through to myself Just can't get through to myself) Eight beggars choking on a slice of red pie Two rivers freezing in a broken goodbye No hesitation, just a kick in the eye (I can't get through to myself Just can't get through to myself) And we do a lot of learning Everyday or so it seems But the road it keeps turning And I'm right back here again Blue leather jacket and a helium voice (I can't get through to myself) My head is reeling from too much choice (I can't get through to myself I can't get through to myself Just can't get through to myself) |