Clinging to a hope Dust that makes me choke Happiness assured
A tiny piece of dirt Can't be too far Can't be too hard Traction having slipped
I think I've lost my grip Mine
But not for long Mine Think I'm losing pressure Think I'm losing ground Think I'm losing pressure Think I'm losing
Ground down Falls down
Hurts me Much less So good, so good So perfect like How could, how could How could you try
What for, what for What better life Once more, once more It all slips By me.again By me
Think I'm losing pressure Think I'm losing ground Think I'm losing pressure
Think I'm losing Once more Put it in a package of perfect like
Leave it in package of perfect size Never opened up and it can't slip By It all slips by.
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