Lyrics

I’m about to lose my mind
Feeling all the pressure
Weighting on my shoulders
Forcing me to stay in line
I could try a different life
Get rid of the shackles
Flying like an eagle
Freedom as my only child
So we could roll the dice
We can’t be sure
But it could be nice
So what you waiting for
Not much to lose
When you’re on the floor
I think about it every night
Something’s feeling different
I can lose my patience
I don’t want to wast more time
I could try a different life
Get rid of the shackles
Flying like an eagle
Freedom as my only child
So we could roll the dice
We can’t be sure
But it could be nice
So what you waiting for
Not much to lose
When you’re on the floor
Written by: Olivier Rugi, Raphael Esterhazy
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