On returning

I can't believe this world is still turning

the pressure's on

because the pleasure hasn't gone

and I'm not sorry for

for the things I've done

and I'm not looking for

just anyone



On competing

when will this tired heart stop beating?

it's all agame

existence is only a game

and I'm not sorry for

for the the things I've done

and I'm not looking for

just anyone



I'm slipping below the water-line

I'm slipping below the water-line

reach for my hand and

the race is won

reject my hand and

the damange is done



I'm slipping below the water-line

I'm slipping below the water-line



the woman of my dreams she

never came along

the woman of my dreams well

there never was one

and I'm not sorry for

for the things I've said

there's a wild man

in my head

there's a wild man

in my head




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