Clinging to a hope Dust that makes me choke A tiny piece of dirt Happiness assured Cant be too
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hard Traction having slipped I think Ive lost my grip Mine But not for long Mine Think Im losing pressure Think Im losing ground Think Im losing pressure Think Im losing Ground down Falls down Hurts me Much less So good, so good So perfect like How could, how could How could you try What for, what for What better life Once more, once more It all slips By me...again By me Think Im losing pressure Think Im losing ground Think Im losing pressure Think Im losing Once more Put it in a package of perfect like Leave it in package of perfect size Never opened up and it cant slip By It all slips by