| I feel like hell, I’ve caught the sickness once again.
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| And I don’t feel right!
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| I ain’t gettin' up. |
| Think I’m slippin' away.
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| I want to soar like the prophets before
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| Addicted to the turbulence.
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| Sucked in under false pretense
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| I wanna say what needs to be said.
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| Addicted to the turbulence, feel the past come rushing in.
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| These palms don’t lie I can’t focus, when the statics on
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| Routines I hide don’t mind killing this secrets mine.
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| I want to soar like the prophets before
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| Addicted to the turbulence.
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| Sucked in under false pretense
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| I wanna say what needs to be said.
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| Addicted to the turbulence, feel the past come rushing in.
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| Got to stop myself I can’t take this!
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| When I fall the clouds won’t cradle.
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| Oh how tempting they are, make you feel like you have it all.
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| DRIVE ME MAD A FULL ON RAMPAGE!
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| THE OLDER I AM THE LESS FEELING I HAVE!
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| Without the gospel losing the truth
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| Got to stop myself I can’t take this!
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| THE OLDER I AM THE LESS FEELING I HAVE!
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| Without the gospel losing the truth I’m losing the truth |