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Losing My Grip

Samson (GBR, London)
Cold stove waiting for me when I get home
No fire burns for me living on my own
I could die in my sleep, nobody'd ever bother asking why
Lying here, all alone listening to my soul cry

I must be losing my grip
I feel I'm slipping away
Now the dawn's coming after me
Lost another day

Na na na na na...

I was born in the middle of no time west of nowhere
Looking for a saddle just to take my burden elsewhere

I must be losing my grip
I feel I'm slipping away
Now the dawn's coming after me
Lost another day

Na na na na na...

I must be losing my grip
I feel I'm slipping away
Now the dawn's coming after me
Lost another day

Na na na na na...