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I didn't think I would make it, thought everybody was against me all those conquered eyes and Christmases alone. I never gave an honest answer But I need a lot of angry organs. Are we copacetic? Are we behaving now? Filling up on (?) From other peoples Softly insides All this bitterness is starting to grow cold Encompanies an empty evening, hanging onto complications Sometimes quick sand has a massive appeal To me I want to be somewhere else I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna need a Little help to get me Need a little help to get me. I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna Need a little help to get me through it To get me through it Letras de cancionesI always knew I had the answer But I never understood the question Indoor living Lacerated to the bone And now we've realigned the edges I'm doing very well I thank you All this sympathy is starting to wear me down I wish I was someone else I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna need a Little help to get me Need a little help to get me. I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna Need a little help to get me through it To get me through it I'll try to work this out I'll try to get it on I'll try (repeated in background after said once) I like to tell you that I'm ready For whatever's coming But to be honest there's a part of me That loses control [x2] I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna need a Little help to get me Need a little help to get me. I think I can figure it out, but I'm gonna need a Little help to get me Need a little help to get me. I think I can figure it out but I'm gonna Need a little help to get me Need a little help to get me Need a little help to get me Need a little help to get me through it. From Letras Mania