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Took a lot of trips to start figuring out
that the appealing destination I kept hearing about
was like a zygote or a tight rope cause I never could roam
To any place but the ones that I wanted to go

I think I'm losing my grip I think I'm losing it

This whole thing's tough enough with all ten digits intact
(The people) say it's like a rat race; I'd say it's all a dance
And there's a rhythm and a beat you follow if you want more
Because you can't be marching in 6/8 if the world's 4/4

I think I'm losing my grip I think I'm losing it

Everyone has heroes who they think couldn't be
another 90 year old baby hooked to drugs and machines
whose last remaining memories huddle like kids lost in the snow
without a leader 'cause he fell and froze a long time ago

I know a place inside this country where the stupid are smart
I know a way to flip a switch and turn the big machines on
I know the only thing you need are simple minds on your side
Because you know every leader speaks in ways he despises

I think I'm losing my grip I think I'm losing it
I think I'm losing my grip this time that's not fine

You took the high road and I took the low road, my darling
I took the low road, my darling, to where nobody knows

And in the shadows of all the basements below, my darling
Well the basements below, my darling, are the places I go