| Well I feel it, oh boy
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| Well I feel it
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| Well I feel it, oh boy
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| Yeah
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| I’m running to catch up again
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| Jumping higher and flying more often than not
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| Your trampoline has got holes in it but I can still see the top
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| Let me climb aboard and sample some of next year’s fashion
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| I’ll wear the coat if you can put the hat on, I will wear the coat
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| Just let me clear my throat
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| So I can say what’s been delayed away
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| Let me crawl into your lap and just lay here for awhile
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| Satisfied by your seduction like a handshake would do the job
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| Never know how long I have waited
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| Anticipated your smile to be pressed against mine
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| Your smile pressed against mine
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| Well I feel it, oh boy
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| And I’m gonna settle tight
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| She could pour me over that sugar hill or mountain
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| Until I get that cool breeze, a tight squeeze, I’d do it over again
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| And I drink from her ever flowing fountain
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| And then I wake up I comb my hair and I hurry it up
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| But I arrive late I pack my things and I pick it up
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| Well I put down a good amount of deodorant on this morning
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| And I found that I could drown a little bit of peace of mind
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| Well it’s no secret that to some degree they’re gonna have to see you sweat
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| Strong enough for a man just do what you can to keep me soft and dry
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| I stink awhile
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| I don’t know anything about those things
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| I almost don’t wanna know anything about those things
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| Oh I don’t care anything about those things
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| Cause if I did you know I’d share myself on those things
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| And I feel it oh boy
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| I’ll be, i’ll be here all night
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| I’ll pick up the pieces and I put them back together now
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| They may not be the right way but that’s okay
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| As long as they’re all the same
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| I wish you well, well that you’d get better
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| And I know you’ll find that it’s a wild world
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| And that’s ok 'cause you’re a wild girl
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| And I took the hits and I turned to shit
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| And if you had noticed well would you have thrown the towel in
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| Before I missed out on all this love
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| And watch me roll away again
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| Watch me disappear under my skin
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| I don’t believe it that things could get any worse than they did that time
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| You must have seen it
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| I mean how could we get lost running in a straight line
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| Your cries of why’s and why nots, may it all get back to you
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| And trickle and dance upon your headaches
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| Years of biting cheeks are through
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| So I don’t believe in it
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| But I feel it |