Paroles de Get Up! Don't Fight It

I'm past the point of no return Its do or die you see Oh I'm through with mysteries Of the beautiful symmetry This is a place I don't care to be I tip my hat to this make believe There's no doubt I can't control the pace No doubt about it So stamp your feet and Get Up! Don't fight it Get Up! Don't fight it Hear the conversation, steamy adoration For the phony eccentricity The key to the mind is a cheap glass of wine Take two in the morning and you'll be just fine This is a place I don't care to be I tip my hat to this make believe There's no doubt I can't control the pace No doubt about it So stamp your feet and Get Up! Don't fight it Get Up! Don't fight it Hear the conversation, steamy adoration For the phony eccentricity The key to the mind is a cheap glass of wine Take two in the morning and you'll be just fine Get Up! Don't fight it Get Up! Don't fight it