| Even though it sits on my brain, the tip of my tongue
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| I won’t say this name I know
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| I get carried away, it’s just too much fun
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| I can’t explain
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| There’s a million different things
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| I could still remember
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| All the steps that you retraced
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| And everyday
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| I get, I get, I get this feeling
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| When I wake up I still feel it
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| I get, I get, I get this feeling of
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| Yesterday
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| I get, I get, I get this feeling
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| When I wake up I still feel it
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| I get, I get, I get this feeling of
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| Yesterday
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| Memories rushing like the flood
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| The spike on my blood
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| We’re lost in New Orleans, you carried me
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| I’m back to the bus, and then we’re in love
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| Resisting what’s pointless
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| There’s a million different things
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| I could still remember
|
| All the steps that you retraced
|
| And everyday
|
| I get, I get, I get this feeling
|
| When I wake up I still feel it
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| I get, I get, I get this feeling of
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| Yesterday
|
| I get, I get, I get this feeling
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| When I wake up I still feel it
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| I get, I get, I get this feeling of
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| Yesterday
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| Everything I need in a taxi, gentle off to sleep
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| You were all for me yesterday
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| Everything I need in a taxi, gentle off to sleep
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| You were all for me yesterday
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| I get, I get, I get this feeling
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| When I wake up I still feel it
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| I get, I get, I get this feeling of
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| Yesterday
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| I get, I get, I get this feeling
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| When I wake up I still feel it
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| I get, I get, I get this feeling of
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| Yesterday |