In trying times if you lose your head
Succumb to seeping feelings of dread
And the over whelming need to have fled
The path behind or the road ahead
You seldom find cures for the affliction
You seldom find relief from the addiction
You're seldom relieved of your conviction
You suffer what's real and what is fiction
When these disabling feelings do arise
And the grey clouds they cover your skies
And every joyful feeling inside you dies
It's time for you to wake up and get wise
This world may leave you nothing to take
But it will leave you things you can make
But until you learn what is at stake
You'll continue missing the final break
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