Настроение недели. ELO. Can't get it out of my head.

[tima]

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Midnight, on the water,
I saw the ocean's daughter.
Walking on a wave's chicane,
Staring as she called my name.

And I can't get it out of my head,
No, I can't get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cause I can't get it out of my head.

Breakdown, on the shoreline,
Can't move, it's an ebbtide.
Morning don't get here till night,
Searching for her silver light.

And i can't get it out of my head,
No, I can't get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cause I can't get it out of my head, no no.

Bank job, in the city,
Robin Hood and William Tell and
Ivanhoe and Lancelot,
They don't envy me, yeh.

Sitting till the sun goes down,
In dreams the world keeps going
Round and round.

And I can't get it out of my head,
No, I can't get it out of my head.
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cause I can't get it out of my head, no no.

Comments

aaaah

[zheleznyak.livejournal.com]

don't take me wrong -- i like my times and everything but somehow i think i'd fit well into the 70s.... then again, the 80th would hit, run, and kill me.

not gonna kill you man

[tima.livejournal.com]

you are making perfect sense to me