Gotta get on Gotta get on out All these worried troubled thoughts Gotta get on out of my head Will I beon the streets tomorrow Will I have to beg and sorrow Will I have to go back to the job I left behind Could you still make it With a guy who never made it Would you look into my eyes If I were to go blind Will you leave me for another Send me running back to Mother Will I have the time to tell you How I really feel Am I getting slower or Are you just talking faster Do we need a bad disaster To make it plain to see CHORUS All these worried troubled thoughts Gotta get on out of my head Do I just feel like saying 'Cause I'm sick and tired of trying Trying to convince you This ain't how it has to be The ground you walk on's sacred The sky above awaits you So cast all your frustrations To the bottomless seas CHORUS
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