Sometimes feel at the edge of reason I get strung out, feel like I'm going nowhere And then you wind me up just like you did before Gotta thrill, gotta chill, gotta spill, so I can rise again
Sometimes question mark, full-stop This process is powerless, there's no way to the top Get fucked up just to fill me up or so I tell myself And this makes me wonder, process to order
Every now and then, right place, right time Get going with the flow of things and I'm feeling fine
Got a chance to rise above Got a chance to be myself
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