And your hair's a mess, smashed onto one side of your head.
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Weary as your eyes that say you're late today.
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Yes, the clothes you threw on your way on through the dark,
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That keys you find are not the ones that you've been lookin' for.
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Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, the feeling, yeah.
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Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, you're feeling, yeah.
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It's the way she wears her dress and bats her eyes,
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That makes you find the truth in lines of cheesy love songs,
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Oh, your favorite ones.
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The way she's not who you thought she would be,
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But she remains a mystery that you haven't figured out.
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But you wouldn't want to, now.
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Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, the feeling, yeah.
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Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, you're feeling, yeah.
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Every garbage worker, waitress and the man who stands the corner,
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Are just the same as you and I,
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And every CEO in suit and tie.
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Different face, a different name.
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But all your feelings are the same, oh, your feelings are the same.
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So he feels someone brings it all,
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Someone who doesn't know enough to know it's deep inside,
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Or just how hard you try to cover up exactly what you feel is unattractive,
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Oh, and all the lonely nights you've spent carrying this alone.
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Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, the feeling, yeah.
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Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, believe me, yeah.
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Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, the feeling, yeah.
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Everyone knows the feeling, the feeling, you're feeling, yeah.
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The Feeling
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Ben Rector |