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von Talkin' Wire

Every day I beg, I beg for relief,
Every night I pray, I pray for release!
Call it resurrection, call it suicide,
When you let the world vanish out of sight.

Give me something to hold on,
To make my world turn around!

I'm in fear, of goin' insane,
I need something to numb my brain,
I need something of that kind of stuff,
That blows your doubts away, that blows your mind off!

Give me something to hold on,
To make my world turn around!

At the entrance of this railwaystation,
On the last step of civilization,
I hope and I beg for a relief,
I hope and I pray for release.

Give me something to hold on,
To make my world turn around!