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[Chorus] |
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Headspace, I need her out of my headspace |
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There's a war in here and I need you to take |
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Take her out of my headspace |
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Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac |
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Up the ocean road until it runs out of gas |
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Cause I'm hurt |
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I laugh and I joke but I'm hurt |
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I'm gonna sing, sing, sing my new swamp song |
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So all the bright young sparks have got a tune they can hum |
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But it'll hurt |
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I'll dance if they ask but it'll hurt |
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[Chorus] |
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Headspace I need her out of my headspace |
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There's a war in here and I need you to take |
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Take her out of my headspace |
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These 5.5 litres of blood |
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Have some sour taste |
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For your sweet taste buds |
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[Verse 2] |
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Cause I feel, feel, feel like a disco ball |
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From the 1970's all dusty and worn |
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And it hurts, I reflect the light, but it hurts |
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I used to run, run, run until my knees gave way |
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I used to wrestle with bears and kiss poisonous snakes |
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I didn't care, they scratch and they bite I didn't care |
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I didn't care |
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[Chorus] |
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Headspace I need her out of my headspace |
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There's a war in here and it's a body to save |
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Well, take her out of my headspace |
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These 5.5 litres of blood |
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Have some sour taste |
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For your sweet taste buds |
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[Bridge] |
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You put a war zone inside me |
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Above and below the neck |
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Above and below the neck |
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[Outro] |
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Someone flick a light on |
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The dark just makes it worse |
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I'm running out of options and I'm lost for words |
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Been a life wrecker. Are you gonna let me know? |
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I keep showing you the compassion |
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And the talk show hosts |
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I'm acting my age here and I'm growing up too fast |
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These streets are paved with gold |
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I want my money back |
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Cause Liverpool feels like a clouded memory |
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Now the Californian air has wrapped the claws around me |
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(Headspace, my headspace) |
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She wrapped her claws around me |
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(headspace, my headspace) |
