| I’ve got this feeling
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| I could sail across the universe
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| At least across the ceiling
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| If I tried
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| But there’s a thousand little things
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| To rub the dust from off my wings
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| So I am barely
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| Any more than very stationary
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| All on my own
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| I don’t think that I’d have faired so well
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| All on my own
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| I don’t think that I’d have faired so well
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| Somebody’s driving
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| From the backseat of your mind
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| And they decide you’ve smiled enough
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| They roll your car with blatant disregard for those
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| Whose arms were molded
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| By heaven just to hold you
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| And we’ll all be there to hold you
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| Through the ugly days
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| And that’s when you’ll say
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| All on my own
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| I don’t think that I’d have faired so well
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| All on my own
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| I don’t think that I’d have faired so-
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| It all feels something like the bends
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| Because it’s always up and down again
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| And you can’t always
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| You can’t always…
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| Well I can tell
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| That this is gonna hurt like hell
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| But there’s just something 'bout surviving
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| That can make a person feel alive and
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| All on my own
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| I don’t think that I’d have faired so well
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| All on my own
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| I don’t think that I’d have faired so well
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| All on my own
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| I don’t think that I’d have faired so well
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| All on my own
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| I don’t think that I’d have faired so well |