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Come on get up high as the ceiling, get up on the floor
Think I lost my mind and my feeling, been there all before
Find my way
Free my soul
Blind and loaded
Lined and sorted
It's time...
If you think you'll make a fool out of me
I got a little something up my sleeve
I can think of better places to be
So get yourself down on the street
Come on take my hand if you need me
Just knock up on my door
You got to stop your mind from dreaming
And live your life some more
Find my way
