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What did I have to lose
Being negative
I bled through the snow
Then never sat down
It's clear for today
You're sleazy at night
And soon as we heal
We will run
Or start swinging

For below there begging for it
I'm on my way, never settle
Always learning
People they beg us for it
I'm on my way
Better settle
Almost there

This might just feed the
Mother of all our needs
Turning over here

Luck must fight over me
And never give in to
Weird out the soul
Replace it with salt
I live within sight of
This medicine man how perfectly
Sure of this circus
I start swinging
We start swinging

'Cause this might just feed
The mother of all needs
Turning over, heard it oh so clear
The mother of all our needs
Turning over, heard it oh so

Just run them off
Or grab and hold

Below there begging for it
I'm on my way, never settle
Always learning
People they beg us for it
I'm on my way
Better settle
Almost there

This might just feed
The mother of all needs
Turning over, heard it oh so clear
The mother of all our needs
Turning over, heard it oh so clear
What did I have to lose   Being negative   I bled through the snow   Then never sat down   It's clear for today   You're sleazy at night   And soon as we heal   We will run   Or start swinging      For below there begging for it   I'm on my way, never settle   Always learning   People they beg us for it   I'm on my way   Better settle   Almost there      This might just feed the   Mother of all our needs   Turning over here      Luck must fight over me   And never give in to   Weird out the soul   Replace it with salt   I live within sight of   This medicine man how perfectly   Sure of this circus   I start swinging   We start swinging      'Cause this might just feed   The mother of all needs   Turning over, heard it oh so clear   The mother of all our needs   Turning over, heard it oh so      Just run them off   Or grab and hold      Below there begging for it   I'm on my way, never settle   Always learning   People they beg us for it   I'm on my way   Better settle   Almost there      This might just feed   The mother of all needs   Turning over, heard it oh so clear   The mother of all our needs   Turning over, heard it oh so clear