| You knock on the door
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| She don’t recognize your voice no more
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| So she got on an airplaine
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| Not so long after
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| Stripped down from the fever
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| Laid down in her hotel bed
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| Wouldn’t take no phone calls at all
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| She didn’t want no more voices in her head, now
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| And that’s the way that you feel
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| That’s the way that you feel
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| If that’s the way that you feel, honey, then
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| That’s the way that you feel
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| In the blue part of the evening
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| Sometimes its hot
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| She thinks she hears you coming but
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| She’s stuck against the wall
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| She want what she want so she do what she do
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| But now when she looks at you she
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| Covers one eye 'cause she can see into your mind
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| She no longer wants to
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| And that’s the way that you feel
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| That’s the way that you feel
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| If that’s the way that you feel, honey, then
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| That’s the way that you feel |