| In my arms, and my legs
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| And my hips, and my shoulders
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| And my neck, to my feet
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| In my brain, let’s-
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| Must I shout, to be heard;
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| Heard by you, and your kind
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| In your offices, all around
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| Listen up, for a-
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| Ohh, it’s a weird feeling friend
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| Ohh, I can’t understand it at all
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| Speak of me, when I’m dead
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| With your hand, on my face
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| All those memories that besot you
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| Where’s your life? |
| Loosen-
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| Ohh, that is a weird fucking feeling friend
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| Ohh, and I don’t wish it upon no one, yeah, come on
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| Ohh-
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| Yeah, say come on now
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| Ohh-
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| Listen up now
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| In the morning, when we wake
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| We go down, to the place
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| When we get there, we kick a ball
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| We kick a ball, in the car
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| Said it’d make me feel alright
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| Said it’d make me feel alright
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| Feel alright
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| Put a little smile on my face |