Oh What A Feeling Lyrics

	作曲 : Cohen, Ogg, Sketch, Smyth ...
	You let in the ghost of her
	Now I see it everywhere
	Take your body back
	But oh oh please leave me the fear
	Loneliness is in the air
	Even the birds are in pairs
	I can hear it in their peeping
	oh what a feeling
	And I get the strangest feeling
	When I float up to the ceiling
	All the blubbering and moans come
	From my body down below
	They'll come in twos
	Follow when I lean my tomb
	I can hear it in their peeping
	Oh what a feeling
	They'll take whatever they want
	And they'll have whatever they want
	And they'll take whatever they want
	Swing a broom, bat them out
	And they'll have whatever they want
	Trash can lids aren't shields enough
	And they'll come whenever they want
	At quiet times, times for us
	and they'll come whenever they want

	zuo qu : Cohen, Ogg, Sketch, Smyth ...
	You let in the ghost of her
	Now I see it everywhere
	Take your body back
	But oh oh please leave me the fear
	Loneliness is in the air
	Even the birds are in pairs
	I can hear it in their peeping
	oh what a feeling
	And I get the strangest feeling
	When I float up to the ceiling
	All the blubbering and moans come
	From my body down below
	They' ll come in twos
	Follow when I lean my tomb
	I can hear it in their peeping
	Oh what a feeling
	They' ll take whatever they want
	And they' ll have whatever they want
	And they' ll take whatever they want
	Swing a broom, bat them out
	And they' ll have whatever they want
	Trash can lids aren' t shields enough
	And they' ll come whenever they want
	At quiet times, times for us
	and they' ll come whenever they want

	zuò qǔ : Cohen, Ogg, Sketch, Smyth ...
	You let in the ghost of her
	Now I see it everywhere
	Take your body back
	But oh oh please leave me the fear
	Loneliness is in the air
	Even the birds are in pairs
	I can hear it in their peeping
	oh what a feeling
	And I get the strangest feeling
	When I float up to the ceiling
	All the blubbering and moans come
	From my body down below
	They' ll come in twos
	Follow when I lean my tomb
	I can hear it in their peeping
	Oh what a feeling
	They' ll take whatever they want
	And they' ll have whatever they want
	And they' ll take whatever they want
	Swing a broom, bat them out
	And they' ll have whatever they want
	Trash can lids aren' t shields enough
	And they' ll come whenever they want
	At quiet times, times for us
	and they' ll come whenever they want

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