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GAnd your hair's a mess, smashed onto one side of your head.
Weary as yourC/E eyes that say you're late today. Am F
GYes, the clothes you threw on your way on through the door,
The keys you find are not the C/Eones that you've been
lookin' for Am F
GEveryone knows the feeling, the feeling, thC/Ee feeling,
yeah. Am F
GEveryone knows the feeling, the feeling, you'rC/Ee feeling,
yeah. Am F
GIt's the way she wears a dress and bats her eyes,
That makes you fight the truth in C/Elines of cheesy love
songs,Am all your Ffavorite ones.
GThe way she's not who you thought she would be,
But she remains a mysteC/Ery that you have to figure out,
AmBut you wouldn't Fwant to now.
GEveryone knows the feeling, the feeling, thC/Ee feeling,
yeah. Am F
GEveryone knows the feeling, the feeling, you'rC/Ee feeling,
yeah. Am F
BEvery garbage worker, Emwaitress and the Dman who stands the
A/Ccorner,
BAre just the same as you andEm I,
And every DCEO in A/Csuit and tie.
BDifferent face, a different Emname,
But all your Dfeelings are the saCme, oh, your G/Dfeelings are
the same.Am F
It's the Gheat you feel when someone brings it up,
Someone who doesn't know C/Eenough to know it's deep inside,
AmOr just how Fhard you try
GTo cover up exactly what you feel is unattractive,
Oh, and C/Eall the lonely nights you've spent Amcarrying this Falong.
GEveryone knows the feeling, the feeling, thC/Ee feeling,
yeah. Am F
GEveryone knows the feeling, the feeling, believC/Ee me,
yeah. Am F
GEveryone knows the feeling, the feeling, thC/Ee feeling,
yeah. Am F
GEveryone knows the feeling, the feeling, you'rC/Ee feeling,
yeah. Am F G
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