When Im lost . . . I find a way. I hear voices. I feel them surround me, pull me from the edge. I close my eyes and . . . .
my luck keeps holding strong, even when the boot comes down. Waiting for the revolution but theres no one around except the . . . hands out of nowhere, saving me again. Theres always something there watching out for me, if Im suffocating, it gives me air.
Finally now I remember, but where Im going now, Im not sure. Only one thing matters much to me anymore.
Im looking for you. Can you imagine? You cant think. You wont find a way this time to frighten me. Youre running scared, now, always looking over your shoulder for a place where you dont see my face.
But my luck keeps holding so strong, even with the state Im in. Im like a revolution of one, even when I stumble I win.
Because theres hands out of nowhere, saving me again. Theres always something there, watching out for me. When Im suffocating, it gives me air.
Im like a cat with only a few lives left and Im crawling through the shadows. Watching my back waiting for the attack that I know is coming . . . I feel its near
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