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