| Well
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| I said I got to need to tell you just how I feel
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| My body’s numb no sense at all don’t feel real
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| Got down on the street take an old city bus
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| I waited in the check-out line just a bit too much
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| Days and hours, months slipped by
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| What do you want? |
| Who can you be?
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| But its time to die
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| I got to know, you got me feeling so high
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| But it’s just not right
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| Fed up, frustrated, get low down and hated
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| Ohhh
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| Said I feel so stuck?
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| Want your mouth baby, oh so very much?
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| That pair of eyes looking back at me
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| See everything in my whole funky body
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| Push and slap and do it again
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| Baby why did you do what you did back then?
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| Baby, you got me now you got me feeling so high
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| With that bad shit
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| Fed up, frustrated, get low down and hated
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| Fed up, frustrated, get low down and hated
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| Get it, get it…
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| James!
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| I been meaning to tell you a-just how it feels
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| I could have walked out
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| Left to dry, dragging on my heels
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| Now this time to lose all self control
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| Forget about all the garbage in your brain hole
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| I wanna scream but gotta keep quiet
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| I got you now, you got me feeling alright
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| Listen up baby, I wanna tell you about it
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| Fed up, frustrated get low down and hated
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| Fed up, frustrated get low down and hated
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| Fed up baby
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| Feeling low down and hung up baby… |