Free (The Blessed Madonna remix)

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(What?)
(What?)
(What?)

Sometimes I wonder if I should be medicated
If I would feel better just slightly sedated
The feeling comes so fast and I cannot control it
I'm on fire, but I'm trying not to show it

As it picks me up, puts me down
It picks me up, puts me down
Picks me up, puts me down
A hundred times a day
It picks me up, puts me down
Chews me up, spits me out
Picks me up, puts me down

I'm always running from something
I push it back, but it keeps on coming
And being clever never got me very far
Because it's all my head
"You're too sensitive", they said
I said, "Okay, but let's discuss this at the hospital"

As it picks me up, puts me down
Picks me up, puts me down
Picks me up, puts me down
A hundred times a day
It picks me up, puts me down
Chews me up, spits me out
Picks me up, puts me down

But I hear the music, I feel the beat
And for a moment, when I'm dancing, I am free
I hear the music, I feel the beat
And for a moment, when I'm dancing
I am free!
I am free!

Is this how it is?
Is this how it's always been?
To exist in the face of suffering and death
And somehow still keep singing?
Oh, like Christ upon a cross who died for us
Who died for what?
Oh, don't you want to call it off?
But there is nothing else that I know how to do
But to open up my arms and give it all to you

'Cause I hear the music, I feel the beat
And for a moment, when I'm dancing
I am free!
I am free!
I am free!
I am free!