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There's no room in this city
Smokestacks burned my house, ain't pretty
Show me you're down to watch
And I will tell you 'bout what you've begun

Most days my nose is bloody
Most days I just think it's funny
I sail across the oceans
And I fly into the night

I'm coming out
Of the darkness
To chase the feeling
Chase the feeling
To chase the feeling

Just gimme the feeling

Do you feel the angels, sonny?
They got a suitcase full of money
Got tickets for the show if you want
Something to believe in

It's time, so get running
I don't care if the end is coming
I sail across the oceans
And I fly into the night

I'm coming out
Of the darkness
To chase the feeling
Chase the feeling
To chase the feeling

Just gimme the feeling

Am I out of my mind?
Should've seen the signs
Where I'm going but I've been here before
Now I'm coming out of the darkness
To chase the feeling

Chase the, chase the, chase the feeling
To chase the feeling
To chase the feeling
To chase the feeling
Just gimme the feeling

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