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Christ, I got to think what a terrible predicament i got myself in a glaring mistake that maybe i just had a little more than i should drink a box full of insight, won't help me at this time of sin this time i know i can't win God, i need to get out of this endeavor, i better pick me up, I'm drowning can't help myself from having fun i know that this is sounding like I've had to much, but I'm ready for more when did we grow up when did things get so complicated done it again was that funny man's prophetic words coincidence it's totally senseless, to put up defenses in bed, you know where we are heading God, i need to get out of this endeavor, i better repeat chorus Ready for more, ready for more, please don't walk through that door blurring visions stumbling strolling, tough decisions, talk show recognition, please bring it on. God, i need to get out of this endeavor, i better repeat chorus Aus Songtexte Mania