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Going On Cold - Blind Mr. Jones

Standing on my

Own again

Turning inside

Out and when you

Look up

I'll be looking down

Going to keep my

Head this time

Thicken up this

Skin of mine

I'll sit

Out

This dance

You spun me round before

Fumble through my

Aching head

Hearing all those

Words you said

I think I'll put them to

A tune that you know well

But I'm sick of that old

Tune I sing

It fills my head with

Old black things

Oh Christ you've spun me round

Just like you did before