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(*) Florence Welch / Jack Antonoff  

Sometimes I wonder if I should be medicated

If I would feel better just slightly sedated

A 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

It 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 in my head

And "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

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

It 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 (ahh)

And for a moment

When I'm dancing, I am free, I am free

Ooh, ooh

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 up on a cross

Who died for us? Who died for what?

Oh, don't you wanna call it off?

But there's 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