Oh, hear it comes again, I feel the heat again,
Blaze to the very end, rise like the sun again
I'm on my feet but I can't seem to stand,
Got control but I ain't got command,
The things I need slip through my hand,
So I tell it like it is, always hit or miss,
Tell me to my face, like it really is,
Make it plane to see, straight from you to me
Oh, hear it comes again, I feel the need again,
To burn like a flame again, blow like a hurricane
And when I look I just don't recognise it's
All off course and bound to collide
The truth I hear is a truth full of lies
So I tell it like it is, always hit or miss,
Tell me to my face, like it really is,
Make it plane to see, straight from you to me,
I'm on my feet but I can't seem to stand,
Got control but I ain't got command,
The things I need slip through my hand,
It gets better each time,
Better each time I'm told
It gets better
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