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Journey, journey, my life is gonna get an incredible
story. In glory! It rolls too fast, without my legitimate control
master, master, of a life - I am tryin' to have my role!
Massy and brassy, as the people that I have to face
because I feel obliged,
and I don't wanna race

My Life’s (has) driven me out.
Crazy soul on the bound
Runnin’ too fast -- been out of gear
I can stand with in, I’m gonna shout
Ready, Steady, With my freaky fleer

(Now) I’m weaving a veil of persuasion,
‘wanna your destruction!
…In a way of living where the loser dies
and the ace survives!...

I cut the wings of our hostility -
like a peacemaker, with a lunatic inside;

and every time that I start talking,
and when I feel lack of faith, run my rage

Frantic, frantic, my life is gonna be an anaesthetic sort of
antic, antic. Where I find many costumes that I can wear in ev'ry
situation. Old fashion! I can be a chief, a lich or a son of a bitch!
(For your) pleasure and leasure; actin' and measuring the line
Because I feel obliged,
and I don't wanna race

I’m just thinkin’ of ‘bout this ravin’ land.
My whole soul is blazing, now is clear
I’m in a narrow bed. But I wanna spread me out
In my own state of schizophrenia

My Life’s (has) driven me out.
Crazy soul on the bound
Runnin’ too fast -- been out of gear
I’m in a narrow bed. But I wanna spread me out
In my own state of schizophrenia

I’m just thinkin’ of ‘bout this ravin’ land.
My whole soul is blazing, now is clear
I’m in a narrow bed. But I wanna spread me out
In my own state of schizophrenia

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