| Feel, damn you, feel
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| Like you’re alive again
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| Take ten broken limbs
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| And make it alright for them
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| And I needed you more
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| More than you’ll ever notice
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| But I need to do more
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| If you’re to ever know this
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| Or you won’t care at all
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| No, you won’t care at all
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| For you won’t care at all
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| No, you won’t care at all
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| Dance puppet boy
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| If you do a good job
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| Then they’ll want you again
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| Give it all that you’ve got
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| Show them the joy and the pain and the ending
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| Then do it again, and we’ll all stop pretending
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| They’ll pay more attention to what’s before mentioned
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| As you bob your head
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| 'cause you’re not even listening
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| A very small few of you even give meanings
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| But laugh, clown boy, laugh
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| 'cause it’s always so pleasing
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| Feel, damn you, feel
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| Like you’re alive again
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| I needed to know
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| Needed a show of hands
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| For all this couldn’t be sure
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| As we see a lot of them
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| And i traded it all
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| Could i make a difference
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| At all?
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| I met a woman
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| She was wonderful
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| Everything perfect
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| We both had the world
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| But I filled up my senses
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| With thoughts from the ghost
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| And i spent her life savings
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| Left no room for
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| Both of us
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| Crying and trying
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| And screaming aloud
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| I barely can see her tumultuous crowds
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| Are careful to hide her and sing much too loud
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| See, you don’t even know what i’m talking about
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| Feel, damn you, feel
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| Like you’re alive again
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| I needed you more
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| Than you would ever’ve noticed
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| At All
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| Couldn’t be sure
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| That you would ever notice
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| But i gave it my all
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| Did i make a difference at all? |