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I walk into a room, I say, "How do you do?" |
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They look at me and I look back at them |
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I slip into a chair, they say, "Are you prepared?" |
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I said, "I do not know" |
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Sometimes I feel it but I can't explain |
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Sometimes I need and want them through my vains |
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Now there's ten in front of me, asking me what do I see? |
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I see nothing but butterflies and |
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Tests I did not know, the answers will not show |
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And all I see is butterflies and |
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Sometimes I feel it but I can't explain |
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Sometimes the answer's running to my brains |
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And in the long run you always said, "I'll be there beside you" |
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And in the long run you always thought, "I'll be there to guide you" |
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Sometimes I feel it but I can't explain |
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Sometimes I need it like a running train |
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Sometimes I feel it in my pride |
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Sometimes I take it in my stride |
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Slow down feelings, loved up with you |
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I can't feel my legs, I can't feel you |
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Slow down feelings, loved up with you |
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The night before an hour, too, on my back and leaving you |
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Falling down the stairs and seen it through |
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Falling down feeling this, Monday morning |
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I feel out of sorts but that's okay |
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Dried up and dreaming, punching and screaming |
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Feeling the morning through |
