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    "We Went Thataway" Lyrics

    Glenn Tilbrook

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    Monkeys dancing on a hot tin tray
    A jaded palette with a fat lip
    I think that we went thataway
    We've given ourselves the slip

    Taking it down yet another peg
    Tightening our belts and girding our loins
    So let's make an omelette of golden eggs
    And you can toss some coins

    Here's half a chance I must be off
    Perhaps I should have gone some time ago
    A long time ago and far away
    I had a dream and still some pride
    Along the way my head was turned
    When the trickle became a tide

    Monkeys dancing on a hot tin tray
    A jaded palette with a fat lip
    I think that we went thataway
    We've given ourselves the slip

    Taking it down yet another peg
    Tightening our belts and girding our loins
    So let's make an omelette of golden eggs
    And you can toss some coins

    I thought, I deserved a little treat
    You should see the looks that I get driving this
    It's not like me but I'm lost for words
    I know I've deceived you endlessly
    I tell everyone that we're good friends
    But the truth is plain for you and me

    Monkeys dancing on a hot tin tray
    A jaded palette with a fat lip
    I think that we went thataway
    We've given ourselves the slip

    Taking it down yet another peg
    Tightening our belts and girding our loins
    So let's make an omelette of golden eggs
    And you can toss some coins

    So this is over get the plot?
    I cannot give what I haven't got
    I've got in touch with the inner me
    And the inner me says that I'm
    Unhappy and should get shot of you

    Monkeys dancing on a hot tin tray
    A jaded palette with a fat lip
    I think that we went thataway
    We've given ourselves the slip

    Taking it down yet another peg
    Tightening our belts and girding our loins
    So let's make an omelette of golden eggs
    And you can toss some coins
    This song was submitted on February 12th, 2012 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Glenn Tilbrook.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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