Looking for that little bit more
I push the pace past what was comfortable into the red zone
Making me breathe harder, faster
It rips a growl from my soul as hit that wall
T
hen I break through that ceiling. On to that next level.
Looking for that little bit more
I push the pace past what was comfortable into the red zone
Making me breathe harder, faster
It rips a growl from my soul as hit that wall
T
hen I break through that ceiling. On to that next level.
Raise the top part of the dwelling
Or the outer ceiling, the outer ceiling, the outer ceiling is on fire
Or that thing about a more folksy violinist on the shingles
For one last one, You’re what? Tin Parapet! Rusted!
Given his motives were so transparent
Linda almost decided to shatter his fragile ego
And she would have, but his daughter needed to know
So she enjoyed showing the girl her fighter pilot wings
She loved breaking his idea of a ceiling, both for her and her dad
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