| Hey you, I get the feeling
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| I feel it everyday it’s the same, same
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| Oh I’m kneeling, I wish that I could say
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| What I’m trying to say
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| Oh yeah, I get the feeling
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| I feel it like I say, like I know you could too
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| Just living and breathing
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| I wish that I could feel it too
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| Oh, do you see the child, denied?
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| Do you feel it in yourself?
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| How about this feeling you know so well
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| When you see it in someone else?
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| Aimless and freewheeling
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| Spinning round and round and it’s same, same
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| Still I’m feeling lucky that I found
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| You were kicking around
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| Hey, about this feeling
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| And what am I supposed to do?
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| Do you know, do, do you care
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| What do you believe in?
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| And would you feel the same if you laid it all to bare?
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| Oh, what about the rights of the child, of the weak, of the tired
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| In line, at the shore, knocking on this golden door
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| Make it real
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| Make it real
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| I feel like I can make it, mama
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| I feel just like I can make it
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| Make it real
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| Make it real
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| I feel just like I can make
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| Forget everything I said about it |