A loose grip on a thin line Leaves me trailing behind I know Ive far to go But your steps are too small Now and again Take me down a peg You know I can get so lost Even if its true From anyone but you Nothing would get through my wall I lose touch in your goals Its vertigo And your words are like Music to the beast Its all lights and smoke Its political And my grip remains true Though the line may swerve
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