The exact feeling is coming back around
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The tiger's wheeling
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And covering some ground
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I'm up to my torch, I'm up to my tits
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Maybe I got no more interest
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In the exact feeling is all I ever tried to do
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The perimeter, the ceiling
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Just to dribble somewhere new
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I'd be on my hands, I'd be on my knees
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Saying, hey bartender, one more of these
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For the exact feeling
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The exact feeling maybe isn't what I think
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Not the singularity, those thousand million dreams
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Not a prosperity that means
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I never have to say a thing
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Maybe the exact feeling
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Is on the other side of this feeling
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And I remember stealing
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Lying, begging loneliness
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Flying, falling, kneeling
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Trying to get 'em to notice
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I'm not being sad, I'm not being dear
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I only wanna stay with you right here
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In this exact feeling, in your exact feeling
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In this exact feeling, in your exact feeling
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In this exact feeling, in this exact feeling
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In this exact feeling
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The Exact Feeling
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| Tragically Hip |
