| I don’t wanna feel this way…
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| I don’t wanna feel this way…
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| I don’t wanna feel this way,
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| Won’t somebody take away this feeling.
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| I’m looking at an open sky,
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| It’s like my roof has got no ceiling.
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| It’s wrong to feel this way,
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| I know it’s wrong, I know it’s bad
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| To only see what isn’t there,
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| To want and want and never have.
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| But you know there’s more to me now, don’t you?
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| You’ll always cover for me, won’t you?
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| Won’t you?
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| And this used to look half-full,
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| Now some days it looks half-empty.
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| And some days it feels like nothing,
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| It always used to feel like plenty.
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| It’s wrong to feel this way,
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| I know it’s wrong, I know it’s bad
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| To only see what isn’t there,
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| To want and want and never have.
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| But you know there’s more to me now, don’t you?
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| You’ll always cover for me, won’t you?
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| Won’t you?
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| I don’t wanna feel this way
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| Won’t somebody take away this feeling.
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| You play good cop, I play bad cop,
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| Still my roof has got no ceiling.
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| Still my roof has got no ceiling.
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| I don’t wanna feel this way…
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| I don’t wanna feel this way…
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| I don’t wanna feel this way…
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| I don’t wanna feel this way… |