| I got twenty emotions rolled into one
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| I got millions of ideas but I ain’t got none
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| What’s the word I need to say now?
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| It’s been on the tip of my tongue all day now
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| There should be a word for this, when you shoot but you miss
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| But it feels good, don’t know why it feels good
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| There should be a word for this, when you shoot but you miss
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| But it feels good, don’t know why it feels good
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| There should be a word for this, when you shoot but you miss
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| But it feels good, don’t know why it feels good
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| There should be a word for this, when you shoot but you miss
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| But it feels good, don’t know why it feels good
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| Now, I keep falling, I hit the ground
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| But I can’t work out if I throw myself down
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| I’m a stick in the mud, can’t get me moving
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| Don’t give me a branch or you might just lose it
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| There should be a word for this, when you shoot but you miss
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| But it feels good, don’t know why it feels good
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| There should be a word for this, when you shoot but you miss
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| But it feels good, don’t know why it feels good
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| You know that you’re doing it and I know that you know I do
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| There should be a word for this
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| It’s not I’m rendered speechless, it’s just not invented and you can’t teach us
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| There should be a word for this
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| I got twenty emotions rolled into one
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| And I got a million of ideas but I can’t find none
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| What’s the word I need to say now?
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| It’s been on the tip of my tongue all day now
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| There should be a word for this, when you shoot but you miss
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| But it feels good, don’t know why it feels good
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| There should be a word for this, when you shoot but you miss
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| But it feels good, don’t know why it feels good
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| There should be a word for this, when you shoot but you miss
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| But it feels good, don’t know why it feels good
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| There should be a word for this, when you shoot but you miss
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| But it feels good, don’t know why it feels good
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| There should be a word for this
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| There should be a word for this |