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I Feel

i feel the water, over my head
i feel the falling, out of my bed
i feel the pain, most always do
when i can't be close to you

i feel the knives, stabbing into me
i feel the evil only i see
i feel the pain, most always do
when i can't be close to you

i feel it all, this feeling is sick
i feel it all, hope the end comes quick
i feel it when you're not by my side
with you by me this feeling will die

i feel the teeth, cutting into me
i feel the hurt of a stinging bee
i feel the pain, most always do
when i can't be close to you

i feel the gun and the bullet hit
i fel that it's not all i'll get
i feel the pain, most always do
when i can't be close to you

i feel it all, this feeling is sick
i feel it all, hope the end comes quick
i feel it when you're not by my side
with you by me this feeling will die

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