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Three tower blocks glinting in the midday sun
Two ice cubes melting in a glass of white rum
Head for the places that I've never gone
(I can't get through to myself)
(Just can't get through to myself)
Eight beggers choking on a slice of red pie
Two rivers freezing in a broken goodbye
No hesitation, just a kick in the eye
(I can't get through to myself)
(Just can't get through to myself)
And we do a lot of learning everyday
Or so it seems but the road it keeps turning
And I'm right back here again
Blue leather jacket and a helium voice
(I can't get through to myself)
My head is reeling from too much choice
(I can't get through to myself)
I can't get through to myself
Just can't get through to myself...