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She gets the feeling

Song	She gets the feeling
Artist	Jude
Album	No One is Really Beautiful

Lyrics

	作曲 : Christodal
	Yeah, yeah, yeah
	Take a look around, baby tell me what you see'
	Cause what you see is what you found
	What you found is what you need
	Life is hard, there's a feeling on the
	BoulevardEverybody's got to play a final card
	A way to go do the deed
	Throw the punches like
	Apollo Creed'
	Cause there's a bunch of ways to make it bleed,
	I knowWell, the words of the prophets are no longer
	Written on the subway walls, one of them lost his hair
	The other publishes poetry here and there
	And that is all but, the things you said to me
	I cannot forget although
	I tryTo ignore the space beside me
	Where we used to love and you would lie
	She gets the feeling
	She gets the feeling
	Up through the ceiling is the only view
	As I was walking out the door, she said, "SeeYou don't want to go around the world with me"
	Anyway, the
	San Francisco blues
	It was a piece of news to me
	It was a little blue book
	And a night time nook of
	Zen philosophy
	Late at night, a man desires a woman
	White, black, tan, but the fires are flamed
	By names and traces and the places and the faces
	And it's all the same in the morning game when
	She gets the feeling
	She gets the feeling
	Up through the ceiling is the only view
	As I was walking out the door, she said, "SeeWhy don't you wanna come around the world with me"
	Everyday I climb the mountain
	And everyday
	I drive a car
	Every night
	I turn the lights off
	It goes too far
	Woh, woh, woh, woh
	Woh, woh, woh, woh
	Woh, woh, woh, woh
	Woh, woh, woh, woh
	She gets the feeling
	She gets the feeling
	Up through the ceiling is the only view
	She says, "Baby, I just can't believeYou don't wanna come around the world with me"
	She gets the feeling
	She gets the feeling
	She gets the feeling...

Pinyin

	zuò qǔ : Christodal
	Yeah, yeah, yeah
	Take a look around, baby tell me what you see'
	Cause what you see is what you found
	What you found is what you need
	Life is hard, there' s a feeling on the
	BoulevardEverybody' s got to play a final card
	A way to go do the deed
	Throw the punches like
	Apollo Creed'
	Cause there' s a bunch of ways to make it bleed,
	I knowWell, the words of the prophets are no longer
	Written on the subway walls, one of them lost his hair
	The other publishes poetry here and there
	And that is all but, the things you said to me
	I cannot forget although
	I tryTo ignore the space beside me
	Where we used to love and you would lie
	She gets the feeling
	She gets the feeling
	Up through the ceiling is the only view
	As I was walking out the door, she said, " SeeYou don' t want to go around the world with me"
	Anyway, the
	San Francisco blues
	It was a piece of news to me
	It was a little blue book
	And a night time nook of
	Zen philosophy
	Late at night, a man desires a woman
	White, black, tan, but the fires are flamed
	By names and traces and the places and the faces
	And it' s all the same in the morning game when
	She gets the feeling
	She gets the feeling
	Up through the ceiling is the only view
	As I was walking out the door, she said, " SeeWhy don' t you wanna come around the world with me"
	Everyday I climb the mountain
	And everyday
	I drive a car
	Every night
	I turn the lights off
	It goes too far
	Woh, woh, woh, woh
	Woh, woh, woh, woh
	Woh, woh, woh, woh
	Woh, woh, woh, woh
	She gets the feeling
	She gets the feeling
	Up through the ceiling is the only view
	She says, " Baby, I just can' t believeYou don' t wanna come around the world with me"
	She gets the feeling
	She gets the feeling
	She gets the feeling...