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Well, they said; you were a bright child
Never anything but joy behind your eyes No sign of all the dark clouds Spreading like volcanic dust over your blue skiesNow they’re looking for an answer
Where’d the rot set in and set off the landslide? But it only makes it worse now You’re like a puzzle to be worked outAnd it’s the voices in your head now
Saying; there’s something wrong about The way I feel A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheelAnd it’s not what you expected
The way the world you built loves to cut you down The way your head gets twisted And you sit up all night trying to figure it outAnd they say; you’ve made your bed now
Don’t you see you’ve brought it on yourself? And they say that you should move on But you can’t even get your shoes onAnd it’s the voices in your head now
Saying; there’s something wrong about The way I feel A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheelIt doesn’t matter what you say now
It’s like some vision in the stars That seems so real The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feelAnd everyone else
Has got things sorted out You stand on the edge Talking to yourself Yeah, you’re left behind All tangled up insideAnd it’s not what you expected
The way your head gets twisted And it’s the voices in your head now (And it’s the voices in your head now)And it’s the voices in your head now
Saying; there’s something wrong about The way I feel A broken link, a missing part, a punctured wheelIt doesn’t matter what you say now
It’s like some vision in the stars That seems so real The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feelThe way I feel
It’s like some vision in the stars That seems so real The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel The way I feel, the way I feel, the way I feel
Keane – The Way I Feel
Keane – The Way I Feel
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