| Woke with the feeling like my ship sailed in
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| Where it came from, I don’t know
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| Can’t account for all the sleepless nights
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| Where do the days all go
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| We watched them slipping away
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| What are you willing to pay
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| To feel the feeling again
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| To feel the feeling again
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| I left my bed, and strolled into the night
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| Walked to a quarry by the bay
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| I threw some stones, at a Chevy’s old bones
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| My thoughts a million miles away
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| Sometimes so hungry and tired
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| But with a burning desire
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| To feel the feeling again
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| To feel the feeling again
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| It was a moment of light, a moment pure and right
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| That came upon me as I lay
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| And like some fiery words engraved upon my brain
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| I want to live that moment everyday
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| So many dreams that go by
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| And leave us wondering why
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| We feel the feeling again
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| To feel the feeling again
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| To feel the feeling again
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| Ooh |