Driving back in her car.
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Watching the wipers
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Squashing the leaves away.
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Suddenly there in the road
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Is your old self,
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Trying to get out of the rain.
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I am my enemy
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Mowing me over,
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And towing the light away.
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Somehow it just seems to fit
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With that old me,
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Trying to get back again.
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Imagination sets in.
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Then all the voices begin.
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Telling you things that aren't happening.
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(But they nig and they nag, 'til they're under your skin.)
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(You've really got to)
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Remember yourself.
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You've got a Full House in your head tonight
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(You've got to, you've got to)
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Remember yourself.
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Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight.
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My silly pride
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Digging the knife in.
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She loves to come for her ride.
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Surely by now I should know
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I can control
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My highs and my lows
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By questioning all that I do,
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Examining every move,
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Trying to get back to the rudiments.
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(If they nig and they nag, I'll just put in the boot.)
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(You've really got to)
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Remember yourself.
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You've got a Full House in your head tonight
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(You've got to, you've got to)
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Remember yourself.
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Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight.
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Remember yourself.
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You've got a Full House in your head tonight
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(You've got to, you've got to)
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Remember yourself.
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Stand back and see emotion getting you uptight.
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Fullhouse
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| Kate Bush |
