| I pick up the telephone and I hear about all that you have done
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| I turn on my television and see what you have become
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| I could say that I’m happy for you, but I
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| I wanna know…
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| How does it feel when you’re wanted?
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| Do you fight it all that let it go to your head?
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| How does it feel when you’re famous?
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| Is it happiness or isn’t it in your head?
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| I look at theses broken pieces
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| And feel the distance between us
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| I’ve got all our old pictures, they are faded
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| But they still have meaning
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| How can you forget your past so easy?
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| I remember mine…
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| How does it feel when you’re wanted?
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| Do you fight it all that echo to your head?
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| How does it feel when you’re famous?
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| Is it happiness or is it in your head?
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| Do you remember our first trip to LA?
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| Do you remember the things we used to say?
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| It seems to me that you’re happier alone
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| How does it feel when you’re wanted?
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| Do you fight it all that echo to your head?
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| How does it feel when you’re famous?
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| Is it happiness or is it in your head?
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| Oh, you’re wanted, tell me how it feels
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| Oh, you’re wanted, I wanna know…
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| Oh, you’re so wanted, tell me how it feels |