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
Oh, when will this tired heart stop beating?
It's all a game
Existence is only a game
And I'm
Not sorry for
For 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, and the race is won
Reject my hand
And the damage is done
I'm
Slipping below the water line
I'm
Slipping below the water line
The woman of my dreams
She, 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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