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Well I get high, and I get low Oh, but that's the way These things go I saw my face in the mirror Though I know I've changed Though I look much the same I found grace in the black water Bathe my soul And tell my heart I told you so I like fate in the lion's cage And wait for my time to come But I'm begging please I need this so much more than you'll ever know Oh well, I get high and I get low Oh, but that's the way these things go I saw my face in the mirror And though I know I've changed Though it looks much the same I found grace in the black water bathe my soul And tell my heart I told you so From Letras Mania