What It Feels Like

Intro 
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Been thinking 'bout the way my blue jeans fit 
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Yeah, every year they hang a little different 
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The way my hair blows in the wind 
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Is not the way it looked back then 
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But I’m standing taller than I've ever been, I've ever been. 


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I’ve come this far not to get this close 
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To taste the land of honey 
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I've come too far, it's too long a road 
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Just to trade my dreams for money 
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I've come this far not to get this close 
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To taste the land of honey 
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I've come too far, it's too long a road 
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Just to trade my dreams 


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 I wanna know what it feels like. 
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 I wanna know what it feels like. 
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To let beauty fade, well, that's okay, I'm not afraid 
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 I wanna know what it feels like. 

What it feels like 


Instrumental 
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Been thinking ’bout the way my skin has changed. 
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The sun keeps beating straight down on my face 
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I’ve lost a couple friends this year 
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It makes me think we're fragile here 
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I’m standing taller than I've ever been, I've ever been 


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I’ve come this far not to get this close 
    Em 
To taste the land of honey 
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I've come too far, it's too long a road 
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Just to trade my dreams for money 
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I've come this far not to get this close 
    Em 
To taste the land of honey 
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I've come too far, it's too long a road 
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Just to trade my dreams 



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 I wanna know what it feels like. 
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 I wanna know what it feels like. 
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To let beauty fade, well, that's okay, I'm not afraid 
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 I wanna know what it feels like. 

What it feels like 

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 Been lookin' back at old photographs 
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 The ones I used push right past 
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 Now I'm drawn to the ones where I'm mid laughing 
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 Yeah, yeah, now I see the worth in that 


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 I wanna know what it feels like. 
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 I wanna know what it feels like. 
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To let beauty fade, well, that's okay, I'm not afraid 
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 I wanna know what it feels like. 
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 I wanna know what it feels like. 
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 I wanna know what it feels like. 
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To let beauty fade, well, that's okay, I'm not afraid 
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 I wanna know what it feels like. 
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What it feels like 
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What it feels like 

What it feels like 
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