| I can feel, I can tell
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| I can feel, I can tell, I can see
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| Something is changing
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| To me change is no stranger
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| I don’t run, I don’t hide
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| I don’t run, I don’t hide, I don’t fight
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| What fate arranges
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| I don’t think about danger
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| If it was meant for me
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| I’d know just where to go But if I can take it slow
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| Then I might be in control
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| In the back of my head
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| In the back of my head there is doubt
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| There is suspicion
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| With my new fascination
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| I don’t know what it is
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| I don’t know what it is, you might say
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| It’s intuition
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| It’s a true indication
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| I should trust myself
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| I should beware of this
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| But it’s like a stranger’s kiss
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| And somehow I can’t resist
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| I can feel my will slip away
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| From a strange influenza
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| I can feel my mind slip away
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| Under your influenza
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| I can feel my heart slip away
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| Under your influenza
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| There’s a part of my heart
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| There’s a part of my heart that cries out
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| Please go no further
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| I just can’t take the pressure
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| So I try to resist
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| So I try to resist and my heart
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| Tells me don’t bother
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| That this pain is a pleasure
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| If I were someone else
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| I wouldn’t disagree
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| But it’s always hard to see
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| When something’s controlling me |