Feel

In our crowd.
Strangers in my scene.
Your doubt is creeping in.
If I didn't just do it.
Give it up, you're always in control.
My mind is about to blow.
I'm hitting a new low.
Call me in, so I can get a taste.
Of love without no sense.
You hold yourself for it.
Don't think you found what you are from me.
I'm not the kind who agrees.
Don't try to pull it's not easy.
I'm not the kind who agrees.
Don't think you found what you are from me.
I'm not the kind who agrees.
Don't try to pull it's not easy.
I'm not the kind who agrees.
Oh.
Can you feel, can you feel what I feel?
Can you feel, can you feel what I feel?
Can you feel, can you feel what I feel?
Can you feel, can you feel what I feel?
End.



Credits
Writer(s): Kyle Cook, Paul Doucette, Robert Thomas
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