| She’s young, lithe and homely, wise by no means
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| Known one guy, she’s for his eyes and only
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| He’s a lying phoney, leaves crying, lonely
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| Separates the pain by staying high and though she
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| Might just O.D., high price to go free
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| This ain’t living, listen, it’s dying slowly
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| (It's got a hold on me) She can chase that feeling
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| (It's got a hold on me) Don’t chase that feeling like
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| I’ve been looking for
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| A thing that’s good for the rich
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| Yeah, the blind and the poor
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| Things that I’ve, been looking for
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| A thing that’s good for the rich
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| Yeah, the blind and the poor
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| Sometimes I feel we strive for a life of apathy
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| Callous deeds, other mindless acts of greed
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| Ain’t jack for free, I think they’d try a tax to breathe
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| It’s like we fight to remind us that we bleed
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| I take flight in the night from lack of sleep
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| 'Cause peace of mind’s the only time that we’re free
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| (It's got a hold on me) And I’ma chase that feeling
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| (It's got a hold on me) We all chase that feeling
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| It’s like they try to build you up to watch it all collapse
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| You try climb out the pit, they’ll try claw you back
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| Like back in the factory, we packing the shelves
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| It was hell 'cause the foreman was always harassing me
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| Like, «How's your little old music thing going?»
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| Now I’m like, «How's your bitter old loser shit going?»
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| And I’m right (It's got a hold on me), and I’ma chase that feeling
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| (It's got a hold on me) I’ma chase that feeling like
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| I’ve been looking for
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| A thing that’s good for the rich
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| Yeah, the blind and the poor
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| Things that I’ve, been looking for
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| A thing that’s good for the rich
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| Yeah, the blind and the poor
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| And I’ma chase that feeling
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| Take that pain and replace that feeling
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| And I’m a take that healing then
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| Stand so tall they’ll have to raise that ceiling, man
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| From a young age I was making my mark, chasing my start
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| Forever ain’t enough when you’re state of the art
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| Fuck the haters that had said I’d never make it this far
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| It’s the pavers that I’d tread to dedicate to my craft
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| I’ve tailored every thread to bear the shape of my heart
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| Treating every breath as my first and day as my last
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| (It's got a hold on me) I still chase that feeling
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| (It's got a hold on me) Yeah, I still chase that feeling
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| I ride the rails of a vinyl track
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| Fall into a trance and there ain’t no climbing back
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| Sit and lose myself in all the hidden loops
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| They’re like forbidden fruits, I’m like, «Can I get a bite of that?»
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| Gin and juice, I get loose and I write a track
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| Shivers down my spine, feeling more like a spinal tap
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| (It's got a hold on me) And I’ma chase that feeling
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| (It's got a hold on me) I’ma chase that feeling like
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| I’ve been looking for
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| A thing that’s good for the rich
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| Yeah, the blind and the poor
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| Things that I’ve, been looking for
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| A thing that’s good for the rich
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| Yeah, the blind and the poor
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| And I’ma chase that feeling
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| Take that pain and replace that feeling
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| And I’m a take that healing then
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| Stand so tall they’ll have to raise that ceiling, man
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| At the start of the summer, I’ma
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| Come to life and have the heart of a hummingbird
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| And I can hear the drummer
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| She’s so ugly but I’m so in love with her
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| (Wake up) Roll out of bed, throw on some roll-on
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| Roll up to the studio, it’s got a (Hold on me)
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| And I’ma chase that feeling
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| Chase that feeling |