| I was born my papa’s son
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| A wandering eye and a smoking gun
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| Now some of you would live through me And lock me up and throw away the key
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| Or just find a place to hide away
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| And hope that I’ll just go away, huh
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| But I feel alright, I feel alright tonight
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| I feel alright, I feel alright tonight
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| And I’ll bring you precious contraband
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| And ancient tales from distant lands
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| Of conquerors and concubines
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| And conjurers from darker times
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| Betrayal and conspiracy
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| Sacrilege and heresy
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| But I feel alright, I feel alright tonight
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| I feel alright, I feel alright tonight
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| I got everything you want or need
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| Your darkest fear, your fondest dream
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| I ask you questions, tell you lies
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| Criticize and sympathize
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| Yeah, but be careful what you wish for, friend
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| Because I’ve been to hell and now I’m back again
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| I feel alright, yeah, I feel alright tonight
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| Yeah, I feel alright, I feel alright tonight
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| I feel alright, feel alright |