Middle of the night when it comes creeping

I lay awake when I should be sleeping

Like an Agatha Christie mystery during intermission

I hold on, I hold on

Working everyday living for the weekend

I never learned to swim how did I end up in the deep-end?

Like a champion high-diver waiting for the Olympics

I hold on, I hold on

We wrestle with the devil in the flickering light

No way to tell who’s winning the fight

Hold on, hold on, hold on

You’re gonna get through it

Time and again it’s the same old question

Where am I heading with this strange obsession


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