Head in the clouds – Gerry Cinnamon Lyrics

Head in the clouds lyrics by Gerry Cinnamon

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 or light as a feather
You’re on top o’ the world with a smile
looking down or inside with the lava
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They tell you nothing is free,
only thing guaranteed is a load o palava
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Head in the clouds or under the weather
Having your fun with two weeks in the
sun and the rest is December
But somethings appearing it’s blurring your vision
And it’s cutting a shape like hot razor blade
with a deadly precision
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Now you’re caught in a game you
don’t know how to play but you win by decision
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The Bonny is burning the craziest feeling
Down in your guts where you hide
all the things you don’t want to be hearing
The feeling is building 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
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Cos it feels like a dream that
you’re through on goal in the final and skied it
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The answer is staring though you’re no very clever
You’re still stupid enough to know that you can’t run forever
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On your mind every day cos the
pain goes away any time you’re together
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Take a trip to the jungle become a magician
Find an army of wise old shaman and hope
that they cure your condition
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No more satellite navigation to read your position
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I don’t know if you’re really in love but I have my suspicions