Fortunate to recognise this feeling.
Blessed to know just which way we are steering.
When all you see is road you're near me,
But you can't get out here.
Understand the practice and the theory.
Blessed to know just which way we are steering.
When all you see is road you're near me,
One foostep leave her dragging out behind me.
Lift me up and slow down with me,
Take my hand, hold tight,
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