Chorus: How could you even begin to change the mood that I?m in, it?s not
really a question, I?m guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget the
lesser, as for the rest, well I?ll get on it when I get there. (x2)
Oh what a wonderful thought, to think that you can get out when you?re stuck
in the dark, so keep it moving sweetheart, bleeding with a bleak heart is
nothing to you, and even the elite few fail to appease you with nothing prove,
oh ? slow ? up and let the good times roll, I?m stepping on the clouds,
checking on the crowd all surround me ? me ? me ? me.
Chorus: How could you even begin to change the mood that I?m in, it?s not
really a question, I?m guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget the
lesser, as for the rest, well I?ll get on it when I get there. (x2)
And when I get there, hope there?s roses at my feet, everybody dancing, hope
they?re holding on the beat, and I hope my past excursions are felt, working
by the urges that determine my wealth, while I was working on the courage to
encourage myself, when assurance wasn?t further than the hurt that I felt, so
? slow ? up and let the good times roll, my head is in the clouds, barely
touch the ground and it?s all for me ? me ? me ? me.
Chorus: How could you even begin to change the mood that I?m in, it?s not
really a question, I?m guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget the
lesser, as for the rest, well I?ll get on it when I get there. (x2)
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