Songwriters: THOMAS, ROB

Take your head around the world

See what you get

From your mind

Write your soul down word for word

See whos your friend

Who is kind

Its almost like a disease

I know soon you will be



Over the lies, you'll be strong

Youll be rich in love and you will carry on

But no - oh no

No you wont be mine



Take your straight line for a curve

Make it stretch, the same old line

Try to find if it was worth what you spent

Why you're guilty for the way

Youre feeling now

Its almost like being free

And I know soon you will be



Over the lies, you'll be strong

Youll be rich in love and you will carry on

But no - oh no

No you wont be mine



Take yourself out to the curb

Sit and wait

A fool for life

Its almost like a disease

I know soon you will be



Over the lies, you'll be strong

Youll be rich in love and you will carry on

But no - oh no

No you wont be mine