| Song | Forget Her |
| Artist | Bonnie Tyler |
| Album | Free Spirit |
| Lyrics:Paul Millns Music:Paul Millns | |
| My friend you're worn out and aching now | |
| Your life stretched tight and breaking now | |
| And you seem to find that every mornings | |
| Like a mountain you must climb | |
| Forget her, shake her free | |
| Like a lea from a tree, you must let her go | |
| It's hard I know | |
| But tomorrow is another road that leads | |
| Away from here, to the first horizon | |
| Forget her | |
| My friend you could open windows now | |
| Let cool breezes through your life somehow | |
| 'cos theres people out there, other people | |
| Crying dying trying to get somewhere | |
| Forget her, let her go | |
| With the ebb and flow of the passing tide | |
| Now shes fortunes bride | |
| And the days line up like cards and you can deal | |
| Yourself a chance while the wheels still turning | |
| Forget her | |
| Well I, so good at giving advice | |
| But I know when you look at my life | |
| It seems crazy, | |
| Nut I can stand aside | |
| And I can see with different eyes | |
| Sometimes more clearly | |
| Forget her, till she sees | |
| Like a face in a dream so far away | |
| She will fade away | |
| And tomorrow is another road that leads | |
| Away from here, to the first horizon | |
| Forget her - she has forgotten you | |
| Forget her |
| Lyrics: Paul Millns Music: Paul Millns | |
| My friend you' re worn out and aching now | |
| Your life stretched tight and breaking now | |
| And you seem to find that every mornings | |
| Like a mountain you must climb | |
| Forget her, shake her free | |
| Like a lea from a tree, you must let her go | |
| It' s hard I know | |
| But tomorrow is another road that leads | |
| Away from here, to the first horizon | |
| Forget her | |
| My friend you could open windows now | |
| Let cool breezes through your life somehow | |
| ' cos theres people out there, other people | |
| Crying dying trying to get somewhere | |
| Forget her, let her go | |
| With the ebb and flow of the passing tide | |
| Now shes fortunes bride | |
| And the days line up like cards and you can deal | |
| Yourself a chance while the wheels still turning | |
| Forget her | |
| Well I, so good at giving advice | |
| But I know when you look at my life | |
| It seems crazy, | |
| Nut I can stand aside | |
| And I can see with different eyes | |
| Sometimes more clearly | |
| Forget her, till she sees | |
| Like a face in a dream so far away | |
| She will fade away | |
| And tomorrow is another road that leads | |
| Away from here, to the first horizon | |
| Forget her she has forgotten you | |
| Forget her |