| It’s the strangest feeling
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| Unknown even
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| Almost good
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| It’s a blurry shape
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| It’s a jumbled tape
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| But sound
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| It’s enough, not too loud
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| Just enough to find the trace
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| It’s enough, in the mirror
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| I can almost find your face
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| You know it’s been such a long, long time
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| Without you
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| Without you
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| It’s the strangest feeling
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| Unknown even
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| Almost good
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| With the dark still swinging
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| So long chasing
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| Satisfaction’s a lowly thing
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| Or so she tells me
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| Underneath the feeling
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| I’m feeling something
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| When the center falls out
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| At least I’ll have the spring
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| You know it’s been such a long, long time
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| Without you
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| Without you
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| It’s the strangest feeling
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| Unknown even
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| Almost good
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| With the dark still swinging
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| It’s enough, not too loud (So long chasing)
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| Just enough to find the trace (Satisfaction's a lowly thing)
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| (Or so she tells me)
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| It’s enough, in the mirror (Underneath the feeling)
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| I can almost find your face
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| (I'm feelin' something)
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| It’s enough, in the mirror (When the center falls out)
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| I can almost find a trace
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| (At least I’ll have the spring)
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| You know it’s been such a long, long time
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| Without you |