| Got this feeling in my head
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| It won’t go away, no
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| Got this feeling in my head
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| It won’t go away, no
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| Got this feeling in my head
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| It won’t go away, no
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| I keep on tryin'
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| To make it up to you and I would be lying
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| To play a game with you so I just keep walking
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| Not thinking it all through or even talking
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| To people about you
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| Got this feeling in my head
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| It won’t go away, no
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| Got this feeling in my bed
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| When I start the thing up
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| Got this feeling in brain
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| I wish it would guh-o
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| Sometimes I just feel insane
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| I deal with the pain though
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| I keep on tryin'
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| To make it up to you, and I would be lyin'
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| To play a game with you so I just keep walkin'
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| Not thinkin' it all through or even talkin'
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| To people about you
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| From start to cold, new to old, brave to bold, paid to sold
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| Fresh to crust, still to rust, sure to must, Skin to dust
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| Gas to fire, phone to wire, played to hire, claim to flier
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| Head to hat, tape to that, tells a cat, snares a slack
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| Red to pink, plate to zinc smells a stink, edge to brink
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| Paid to waltz, shops the malls, tops the talls, pops the collars
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| Stomps it out, puff to pout, in to out, rain to drought
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| Shout to scream, sleep to dream, split to seam, unless you want me
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| Got this feeling in my head
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| It won’t go away, no
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| Got this feeling in my bed
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| When I start the thing up
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| Got this feeling in my head
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| It won’t go away, no
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| Got this feeling in my bed
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| When I start the thing up |