Get on With It

Album cover art for "Get on With It" by Letters to Cleo

Letters to Cleo - Rock, Hard Rock

Get on With It

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Lyrics

The Sunday Paper is a mess And I'm not gonna pick it up, you are If I could just get on with it It don't matter my hair's a mess Cause you're not gonna Fix it up for me, I am If I could just get on with it I would take a breath Outside myself A stranger place I couldn't find And no one knows who I am And you can't say my name Can't think of anything else worse 'Cause if I didn't fuck it up You would Why can't you just do something right Just once change my mind cause if you can I'd be the one you know I am But you're so blind, you always were I didn't catch your name I would take abreath outside myself A stranger place I couldn't find And no one knows who I am And you can't say my name

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Credits

Writers
  • Michael Eisenstein
  • Kay Hanley