| How does it feel
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| To treat me like you do?
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| When you’ve your hands upon me
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| And told me who you are
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| And I thought I was mistaken
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| And I thought I heard your words
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| Tell me how do I feel?
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| Tell me now, how do I feel?
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| Those who came before me
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| Lived through their vocations
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| From the past until completion
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| They’ll turn away no more
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| And I still find it so hard
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| To say what I need to say
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| But I’m quite sure that you’ll tell me
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| Just how I should feel today
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| I see a ship in the harbor
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| I can and shall obey
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| But if it wasn’t for your misfortune
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| I’d be a heavenly person today
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| And I thought I was mistaken
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| And I thought I heard you speak
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| Tell me how do I feel?
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| Tell me now, how do I feel?
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| Now I stand here waiting
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| Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting
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| I thought I told you to leave me
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| While I walked down to the beach
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| Tell me how does it feel?
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| Tell me how does it feel?
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| Tell me how does it feel?
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| Tell me how does it feel
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| When your heart grows cold?
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| Grows cold, grows cold
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| Can’t get you out of my head
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| Can’t get you out of my head |