| I’ve got this vision, precision, mission impossible
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| And I make my rhythms unstoppable
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| Just like my father, I’m feeling sophical
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| I think therefore I’m a little diabolical
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| Each word in sequence is systematically critical
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| And I need to feel it in phsyical
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| I’m like a ticking time bomb, I’m the only one who knows the code
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| That’s why I don’t believe in miracles, oh no
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| Oh, can we feel things, when we feel things, can we
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| Oh, can we feel, can we feel, feel
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Can we feel things, when we feel things, can we
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| My OCD has gotten the best of me
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| And I need medication please
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| So that may be I can think a little less heavily
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| This hospital bed is not hospitable
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| But it’s better than being dead in my bed
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| These sore thoughts, they echo off the walls of my skull
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| And I can’t side, or I can’t define if I’m the red or the bull
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| But I am free, or so they tell
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| I can run run run, but I’m better off staring at the wall
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| Oh, can we feel things, when we feel things, can we
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| Oh, can we feel, can we feel, feel
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| Can we feel things, when we feel things, can we
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| Sometimes I feel emotions like a puppet on strings
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| My thoughts are magnified by almost everything
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| Like my emotional attachment to inanimate things
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| I put my bird up to the sky and I sing
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| Fuck it
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| Oh, nanana
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| Nanana, nanana
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| Can we feel things, when we feel things, can we
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| Oh, nanana
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| Nanana, nanana
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| Can we feel things, can we feel it
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| Oh, nanana
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| Nanana, nanana
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| Can we feel things, when we feel things, can we
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| Oh, nanana
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| Nanana, nanana
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| Can we feel things, can we feel it
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| Oh, nanana
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| Nanana, nanana |