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Glenn Tilbrook - We Went Thataway
(Tilbrook)
From the 2001 studio album, The Incomplete Glenn Tilbrook. **Happy to make any
corrections!**
[Intro]
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[Chorus x2]
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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
[Verse 1]
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Here's half a chance I must be off
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Perhaps I should have gone some time ago
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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
[Chorus]
A D
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
[Verse 2]
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I thought I deserved a little treat
D A
You should see the looks that I get driving this
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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
[Chorus]
A D
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
[Bridge]
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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
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Unhappy and should get shot of you, you
[Chorus]
A D
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
[Outro]
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