| Well, there’s one thing you can’t lose
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| It’s that feel
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| Your pants, your shirt, your shoes
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| But not that feel
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| You can throw it out in the rain
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| You can whip it like a dog
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| You can chop it down like an old dead tree
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| You can always see it
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| When you’re coming into town
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| Once you hang it on the wall
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| You can never take it down
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| But there’s one thing you can’t lose
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| And it’s that feel
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| You can pawn your watch and chain
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| But not that feel
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| It always comes and finds you
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| It will always hear you cry
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| I cross my wooden leg
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| And I swear on my glass eye
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| It will never leave you high and dry
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| Never leave you loose
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| It’s harder to get rid of than tattoos
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| But there’s one thing you can’t do
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| Is lose that feel
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| You can throw it off a bridge
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| You can lose it in a fire
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| You can leave it at the altar
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| But it will make you out a liar
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| You can fall down in the street
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| You can leave it in the lurch
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| Well you say that it’s gospel
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| But I know that it’s only church
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| And there’s one thing you can’t lose
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| And it’s that feel
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| It’s that feel |