So you don't like me
Well join the crowd
A hunger moves me to get out
And there is no fuel to soothe my mood anyway
And it all comes around again
Tripped up
And I crash
But I'll pick up
And stagger
And there is no room
for me here anyway
And there is no room
And it is my wound
And it is my wound
That takes me around again
It helps me stagger along
Pry me off the pills
Tear my temple down
Where's my temple now
Tripped up
And I crash
But I'll pick up
And stagger
And you can bet on
I'm gonna walk on
I'm gonna fall down
I'm gonna hang on
I'm gonna pick up
I'm gonna walk on
I'm gonna stagger
I'm gonna stagger
I'm gonna stagger
I'm gonna
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Lyrics by Kurt Hoffmann
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