I walk through these days like a dog though a park
I do things I've been told to...
Never expecting their necessity
Never believing their important
I've got a small idea of what I'm looking for
Guess I know what I need
So I try to discern the leading chords
And cut them to change the course
I'm ready for the final take over
I want to feel like a sailor in the storm
Who has never been shaken like that before
Never been so subjected to the waves
I hope it needs just one more second
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