| I looked out this morning and the sun was gone
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| Turned on some music to start my day,
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| I lost myself in a familiar song,
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| I closed my eyes and I slipped away
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| It's more than a feeling
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| (More than a feeling)
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| When I hear that old song they used to play
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| (More than a feeling)
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| I begin dreaming
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| (More than a feeling)
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| 'Til I see Marianne walk away
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| I see my Marianne walkin' away
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| So many people have come and gone
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| Their faces fade as the years go by
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| Yet I still recall as I wander on
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| As clear as the sun in the summer sky
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| It's more than a feeling
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| (More than a feeling)
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| When I hear that old song they used to play
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| (More than a feeling)
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| I begin dreaming
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| (More than a feeling)
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| 'Til I see Marianne walk away
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| I see my Marianne walkin' away
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| When I'm tired and thinking
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| I hide in my music, forget the day
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| And dream of a girl I used to know
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| I closed my eyes and she slipped away,
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| She slipped away
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| It's more than a feeling
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| (More than a feeling)
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| When I hear that old song they used to play
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| (More than a feeling)
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| I begin dreaming
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| (More than a feeling)
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| 'Til I see Marianne walk away
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| I see my Marianne walkin' away |