| I thought I had to cut off from my head down to my toes
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| But heaven knows that I was wrong, I’m feelin' again
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| Holding my breath and holed up in this cheap motel, I feel like hell
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| I’m holding my own heart, I’m feelin' again
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| When I get that feeling like a bass drum
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| Pounding 'til my head is numb
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| Electric onion peeling within
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| And all those nights just kill a billion brain cells
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| Now I’m swelling up inside with teeth and nails, I’m feelin' again
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| From the bottoms up, I put the top down on this town
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| And drove it around till I passed out, I’m feeling again
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| When I get that feelin' like a bass drum
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| Pounding 'til my head is numb
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| Electric onion peeling within
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| Feelin', oh, oh
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| Feelin'
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| Feelin', oh, oh
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| Feelin'
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| Morning comes like catholic guilt, wilted lettuce bar
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| The family farm on false alarms, I’m feelin' again
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| Holding on to fear and lust and hate, now it’s too late
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| To spin the wheel, it’s drink or feel, I’m feelin' again
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| When I get that feeling like a bass drum
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| Pounding 'til my head is numb
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| Electric onion peeling within
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that feelin' again
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| I got that |