james blunt - o u t o f my m i n d | Текст песни

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• james blunt
• o u t o f my m i n d

Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact
that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I don't need no alibi -
I'm a puppet on a string.
I just need this stage to be seen.
We all need a pantomime
to remind us what is real.
Hold my eye and know what it means.

‘Cuz I'm out of my mind…

Judging by the look on the organ-grinder,
He'll judge me by the fact
that my face don't fit.
It's touching that the monkey sits on my shoulder.
He's waiting for the day when he gets me,
But I won't be your concubine -
I'm a puppet not a whore.
I just need this stage to be seen.
Will you be a friend of mine
to remind me what is real?
Hold my heart and see
that it bleeds.

‘Cuz I'm out of my mind…