| Titolo |
| Out of My Mind |
| Autore |
| James Blunt |
| Album |
| Back To Bedlam |
| Testo canzone |
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Judging by the look on the organ-grinder, He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit. It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder. He's waiting for the day when he gets me, But I don't need no alibi - I'm a puppet on a string. I just need this stage to be seen. We all need a pantomime to remind us what is real. Hold my eye and know what it means. 'cos I'm out of my mind. Judging by the look on the organ-grinder, He'll judge me by the fact that my face don't fit. It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder. He's waiting for the day when he gets me, But I won't be your concubine - I'm a puppet not a whore. I just need this stage to be seen. Will you be a friend of mine to remind me what is real? Hold my heart and see that it bleeds. 'cos I'm out of my mind |
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