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How could you even begin to change the mood that I'm in,
it's not really a question,
I'm guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget
the lesser,
as for the rest, well I'll get on it when I get there. (x2)
Oh what a wonderful thought,
to think that you can get out when you're stuck in the dark,
so keep it moving sweetheart, bleeding with a bleak heart
is nothing to you,
and even the elite few fail to appease you with nothing prove,
oh -- slow -- up and let the good times roll,
I'm stepping on the clouds, checking on the crowd
all surround me -- me -- me -- me.
How could you even begin to change the mood that I'm in,
it's not really a question,
I'm guessing up a wave of accolades that I made, forget
the lesser,
as for the rest, well I'll get on it when I get there. (x2)
And when I get there, hope there's roses at my feet,
everybody dancing, hope they're holding on the beat,
and I hope my past excursions are felt,
working by the urges that determine my wealth,
while I was working on the courage to encourage myself,
when assurance wasn't further than the hurt that I felt,
so -- slow -- up and let the good times roll,
my head is in the clouds, barely touch the ground
and it's all for me -- me -- me -- me.
How could you even begin to change the mood that I'm in,
it's not really a question,
I'm guessing up a wave of accolades that I made,
forget the lesser,
as for the rest, well I'll get on it when I get there. (x2)