Mark Twain
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
Preachers standing tall on the box selling words, I can't relate. Ay
I cannot care for the love that is on display, I say. Ay
Witches on my case, showin' up, what a shame I can't relate
Hiding their face under miles of lace, what's the aim? Mark Twain
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
Who are they to say we like fame, enough
There's no praise, we don't imitate
You can never blame enough, there's no change
They're not who they say
I'm done for the day. Ay
Preachers standing tall on the box selling words, I can't relate. Ay
I cannot care for the love that is on display, I say. Ay
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
Haven't been out for years
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
It's a moment you wasted, you hated
You wanted some meaning, it's over, you're fiending
You're screaming your fomo
You're peeling the layers
Revealing the chaos, revealing the chaos
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
Preachers standing tall on the box selling words, I can't relate. Ay
I cannot care for the love that is on display, I say. Ay
Witches on my case, showin' up, what a shame I can't relate
Hiding their face under miles of lace, what's the aim? Mark Twain
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
Who are they to say we like fame, enough
There's no praise, we don't imitate
You can never blame enough, there's no change
They're not who they say
I'm done for the day. Ay
Preachers standing tall on the box selling words, I can't relate. Ay
I cannot care for the love that is on display, I say. Ay
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
Haven't been out for years
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
I get the feeling and I get the love but I can't get the words out
It's a moment you wasted, you hated
You wanted some meaning, it's over, you're fiending
You're screaming your fomo
You're peeling the layers
Revealing the chaos, revealing the chaos
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Frazer, John Hillyard, Sabrina Di Giulio
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