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He blew away…he blew away my sadness
My damn despondency…
He’s making fun of me…
Don’t laugh at me, I envy
Your smile… I’d run the extra mile
Just to be with you for only a little awhile
Tell me if I need to get a grip
You consume me like fire, I must admit
Oooh…I must get a grip
You’re something else, full of vibrant wit
Get a grip…be mature…don’t let it rip
Don’t let your anger out on me –
Don’t slash me with a whip
Don’t let the kitchen knife slip…
Bite the bullet…(Oooh…x5 yeah)
Bite the bullet!
See right through it!
See right through my pain
And I’m waiting for His healing rain
But, until then, I must get a grip
I must get a grip!!

(((Bridge)))
I think I’m taking this way too far…
Get a grip…get a grip, boy!
I’m in the brink of catastrophe – I ain’t waging war!
Get a grip, you worthless toy!
You drive me insane again and again!
You are a Rowdy Racecar,
Zipping past me speedily…crashing into me
Showering pieces of me collapse on the green grass
The grass isn’t greener on the other side
There’s no need to hide…
For in the light,
That’s where you will abide
For in the light,
That’s where your happiness stretches wide
You’re running over me…
Oh oh oh…you’re tripping out!
You’re screwing with my mind
Oh oh oh…without a doubt!
I knew I was this love was so blind

Don’t be a downer…(get a grip)
Don’t imitate me or you’ll end up like a loner
I’m a lonesome ghost…(I need to get a grip)
Foolishly in love…I swear I’ll be okay!
I’ll be okay as long as I pray!
(Hey God! Help me get through this hardship…
I’m sinking like the Titanic ship)
Trying to find friendship (on another level no doubt),
Feeling high with your love…(THAT’S something to marvel about)
I want something to cherish as my own…
I’ve grown accustomed to you…I’m sorry I’ve blew things out of proportion
I don’t want to be alone forever or I’ll be a dried-up bone
But, luckily, I’ve tasted love from up above, knowing that you
l give me a portion of self-control…
A portion that’s above all…...
A portion with mighty soul…
A portion that’s as tough as a wall…....
I’ve tasted love from up above,
I’ve got a grip finally! Oh my love…
That’s something new! Like seeing an ebony dove –

That’s something to brag of…
Are you an angel from up above?

Do you abide in the light?
Can I have a portion of your heaven-brewing delight?
Can we escape this plight tonight?
Let's lock hands & let's take flight, like a graceful, bold eagle without a fright
We'll meet eye to eye this outlandish night 
Everything will be alright!
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