| I recall many years ago
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| When I was living in a bubble — a eutopia
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| Running 'round the city
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| And absorbing every little bit of
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| Ecstasy, young and free, happy
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| Looking back, I was so invincible
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| And nothing was impossible — I tried it all
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| No fear of repercussions
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| Every night an introduction
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| To somebody new, I could do no wrong
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| Like a fossil
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| I’ve been living underground
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| Hoping I’ll be found someday
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| Don’t take a genius
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| To figure this out
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| I’m drowning in this doubt of mine
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| I don’t feel right, I don’t feel right
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| (I don’t feel right, I don’t feel right)
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| Like a rabbit in a headlight
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| (Like a rabbit in a headlight)
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| I don’t feel right, I don’t feel right in myself
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| Every day, I’d wake up in the morning
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| Never knowing in the evening what I’d be doing
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| A liberating feeling
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| When there isn’t any structure
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| To define your time, mine was mine, always
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| Rose-tinted — I know that’s what you’re thinking
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| And believe me I remember all the bad times too
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| I wrote this song as therapy
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| Concluding that primarily
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| I’ve done my thing; |
| how do I bring the old me back
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| Like a fossil
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| I’ve been living underground
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| Hoping I’ll be found someday
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| Don’t take a genius
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| To figure this out
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| I’m drowning in this doubt of mine
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| I don’t feel right, I don’t feel right
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| I don’t feel right, I don’t feel right
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| Like a rabbit in a headlight
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| (Like a rabbit in a headlight)
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| I don’t feel right, I don’t feel right in myself
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| I don’t feel a thing
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| No euphoria
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| It don’t mean a thing
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| In this rabbit hole
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| Like a fossil
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| I’ve been living underground
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| Hoping I’ll be found someday
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| Don’t take a genius
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| To figure this out
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| I’m drowning in this doubt of mine
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| I don’t feel right, I don’t feel right
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| (I don’t feel right, I don’t feel right)
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| Like a rabbit in a headlight
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| (Like a rabbit in a headlight)
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| I don’t feel right, I don’t feel right in myself |