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[............] boy, feeling low, tryin' to find me a lady |
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I had no mind, where to go, just a feelin' maybe |
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I'd be reelin' helped by the ceiling |
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Out of my mind forever |
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Gotta be right boy, stay out of fight boy |
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Lay it on by, get a flyer |
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Cause I'm feelin' alright |
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Yes I'm feeling' alright |
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And I'm gonna come through just searching for you |
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If it's keepin' me straight up ahead |
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Well I'm feelin' alright |
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Yes I'm feeling' alright |
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I ain't gonna take note and tell you all so |
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That I'm dead |
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As for the rest, I was neon dressed |
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Tryin' to explain how they found me |
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The deep black eyes were no surprise |
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But all the dogs were beyond me |
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This is appalling, I was a-calling |
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How could you really believe that of me |
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You'll be all right boy, stay here all night boy |
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Then in the morning we'll totally see |
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And I'm feelin' alright |
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Are you feeling' alright? |
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Well it's what they all say when they're gonna say |
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So don't keep on banging your head |
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Well I'm feelin' alright |
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Yes I'm feeling' alright |
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And I'm gonna come through, and I'll prove it to you |
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What I say |
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Cause I'm feelin' alright |
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Yes I'm feeling' alright |
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And I'm gonna come through just searching for you |
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If it's keepin' me straight up ahead |
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Yes I'm feelin' alright |
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Yes I'm feeling' alright |
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I ain't gonna take note and tell you all so |
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That I'm dead |
