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Sometimes, |
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feel at the edge of reason |
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I get strung out |
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feel like I'm going nowhere |
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and then you wind me up |
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just like you did before |
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gotta thrill, gotta chill, gotta spill |
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so I can rise again |
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just like everybody else |
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Sometimes, |
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question mark? full-stop. |
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this process is powerless |
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there's no way to the top |
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get f**ked up just to fill me up |
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or so I tell myself |
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and this makes me wonder |
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process to order |
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Every now and then |
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right place, right time |
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get going with the flow of things |
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and I'm feeling fine |
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(it's alright) |
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getting back to basics |
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(ah ha) |
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back to the common mind |
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(it's alright) |
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got a chance to rise above |
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got a chance to be myself! |
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(ah ha) |
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just like everybody else |
