| Who got the feeling?
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| Tell me why I cry when I feel it
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| Tell me why, tell me why
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| Who got the feeling?
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| Tell me why I cry when I feel it
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| Tell me why, tell me why
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| (Why?)
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| Phone ringing, never outgoing, homebody
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| Never outgoing, put my doubts on when these walls up
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| Tearing at the black tie, finish adding notches to my belt loop
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| They say help you, I can’t help you
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| Why I can’t speak out? |
| Is wide out, wide out
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| Keep it deep inside my mind, it’s off-kilter, off-kilter
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| I turn memory to fantasy, for that better pleasure, fuck
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| Time machine gonna make it better, maybe better for ya
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| I can’t make this up, I can’t take it back
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| Feel like a monster, feel like a deadhead zombie
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| Feelings you don’t want me, I ain’t giving up, you should set it off
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| Tell me «Time's up», let the water run, let my body run
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| Who got the feeling?
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| Tell me why I cry when I feel it
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| Tell me why, tell me why
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| Who got the feeling?
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| Tell me why I cry when I feel it
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| Tell me why, tell me why
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| (Why?)
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| Said she wanna get high off a nigga
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| I wanna die during sex or religion
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| God and pussy only know my intentions
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| Waking on the tour bus then I’m swimming
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| You’d be hurtin' if you trust me but you isn’t
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| Honestly, that’s probably the right decision
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| Prick up, listen, if you wanna get rich
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| No sleep, how real bad man wake up
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| I found false hope in all kinda places
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| Hotel rooms and temporary feelings
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| I put my clothes on and try to check out
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| I try to hide from the sun, let it set now
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| Don’t let God see me, I got a lot of demons
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| And I’ve been sleeping with 'em
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| And now I’m tangled in the sheets and sinking deeper with 'em
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| I’m going deeper in it, find me drownin' in it
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| They said «Do you make mistakes or do you make a change
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| Or do you draw the line for when it’s better days?»
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| You taste the wind for when it’s cold enough to kill our flame
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| I wonder who’s to blame
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| They ask me «Do you make mistakes or do you make a change
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| Or do you draw the line for when it’s better days?»
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| We taste the wind for when it’s cold enough to kill our flame
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| I wonder who’s to blame
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| Who got the feeling?
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| Tell me why I cry when I feel it
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| Tell me why, tell me why
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| Who got the feeling?
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| Tell me why I cry when I feel it
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| Tell me why
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| Tell me why
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| (Why?)
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| Everything I have is a mirror
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| And everywhere I stand isn’t solid ground
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| People don’t make sense to me anymore
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| I’m hiding out, again
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| Tryna figure it out
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| I’m tryna figure it out
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| I’m tryna figure it out, yeah
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| I’m tryna figure it out
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| I forgot my passport
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| For sure, all for a pretty sky
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| I forgot my passport
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| For sure, all for a pretty sky
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| I forgot my passport
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| For sure, all for a pretty sky
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| I forgot my passport
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| For sure, all for a pretty sky
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| Everything you wear, I’ll be the one to care
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| Softly raise your hair, all the angels stare, yeah
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| Tell me why, tell me why
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| (Why?) |