Run out the door
Into the hall
To pound the floor
And bounce off walls
Problem is this mind
It wants to move
A million miles an hour
In a hyperactive euphoric groove
Mmmmmm just one more hit of power
Try so hard to stay so high
As through dark halls I'm winding
Can't hear my lies or alibis
Nor the sounds of my gears grinding.
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