The Thrill of It All

Inclination of direction, walk the turn and twist adrift

With the Children of Creation, futuristic dreams we sift

Clutching violently we whisper with a liquefying cry

Any deadly final answers that are surely doomed to die

Won't you help me, Mister Jesus? Won't you tell me if you can

When you see this world we live in do you still believe in Man?

If my song's become my freedom and my freedom turns to gold

Then I'll ask the final question if the answer could be sold

Well that's my story and I'm sticking to it

'Cause I got no reason to lie, yeah

Forget your problems that don't even exist

And I'll show you a way to get high

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So come alive, you know you're magic to me

Remember freedom is not hard to find, yeah

Time to stop all your messing around

Don't you think that I know my own mind?

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Why can't you believe it's not here to be seen

Do you always have to be told?

For you have the problem that your mind is switched off

Laugh before your answer was sold

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