Nap Eyes - Every Time the Feeling Lyrics
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Every Time the Feeling
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What Are The Lyrics For Every Time the Feeling By Nap Eyes?
Every time the feeling comes
You never question why It comes to you this way You say you never get an answer that way But then you wonder anyway Just you don't really think about it And you don't really try to figure it out, out Night after night Day after day The thought rises And you chase it away But you know you can never get away that easy And you wonder why It comes to you But you know that's harder to say But you know it feels bad To feel like a space case Like a loser in a meaningless place Oh I can't tell what's worse The meaninglessness Or the negative meaning I figured out a way to get on with my life And to keep on dreaming Every time the feeling comes You never question why It comes to you this way You say you never get an answer that way But then you wonder anyway Just you don't really think about it And you don't really try to figure it out, out Night after night Day after day The thought rises You chase it away But you know you can never get away that easy And you wonder why It comes to you But you know that's harder to say But you know it feels bad To feel like a space case Like a loser in a meaningless place Oh I can't tell what's worse The meaninglessness Or the negative meaning I figured out a way to get on with my life And to keep on dreaming |
Who Wrote Every Time the Feeling By Nap Eyes?
Brad Loughead, Josh Salter, Nigel Chapman, Seamus Dalton
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