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I'm always feeling what you feel i just crawl inside i always wear it like a second skin it's the last place for me to hide i obscure the self to protect you from the din if you're not feeling ok i never let the happiness in i'm going back on my rails i'm going to turn on the light i'm going to be where i am i'm going straight to the prize i'm coming up from the ground with my eyes on the prize i'm coming down from on high with both hands on the prize i've never had her equal and i've never had it better it's the best i've ever known i'm never gonna make it with just good enough i need to crash on through and hold on to the prize Songtexte suffering is not really noble and crying doesn't make you cool breakdowns are not attractive and honesty has to be cruel i learn nothing from thinking and crying doesn't cut through the gloom i can feel myself talking now just who's caring for whom? i'm going to find my center i'm going to x all the y i'm going to run crash break that wall tumble down get up and push on to the prize i'm coming up from the ground with my eyes on the prize i'm coming down from on high with both hands on the prize i'm coming up from the ground with my eyes on the prize i'm coming down from on high with both hands on the prize i've never had her equal and i've never had it better it's the best i've ever known i'm never gonna make it with just good enough i need to crash on through and hold on to the prize (Thanks to Kurt Harland Larson for these lyrics) Aus Songtexte Mania