Brendan Benson - Feel Like Myself Lyrics
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Feel Like Myself
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What Are The Lyrics For Feel Like Myself By Brendan Benson?
You'll be sorry the next time you see me
You'll eat your hat, I promise you that I'll say "I told you so" and you'll nod your head I'll feel so powerful when your face goes red Because hard luck is all that I had And I felt stuck in the mud I was a sad and sorry case But I turned about face And I feel great I'm gonna run and I won't brake For nothing, no one, just wait 'Til I feel like myself again 'Til I feel like myself again 'Til I feel like myself again Where were you then, my fair weather friend I was a mess but you couldn't care less Now that I'm over it, no thanks to you You'll say you're owed for it but you know that isn't true Because hard luck is all that I had And I felt stuck in the mud I was a sad and sorry case But I turned about face And I feel great I'm gonna run and I won't brake For nothing, no one, just wait 'Til I feel like myself again 'Til I feel like myself again 'Til I feel like myself again I will forget, gonna make you regret The day you were born, gonna leave forlorn You beg and you pray for me to forgive But you won't get your way as long as I live 'Cause hard luck is all that I had And I felt stuck in the mud I was a sad and sorry case But I turned about face And I feel great I'm gonna run and I won't brake For nothing, no one, just wait 'Til I feel like myself again 'Til I feel like myself again |
Who Wrote Feel Like Myself By Brendan Benson?
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