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Tried to move through the door but I don't move fast
Tried to see my reflection but it's only painted glass
And you know this feelin'
Getting kinda queer
Oh I know I was born but am I really here?
Baby, am I really here?
Now there's a stranger walkin' in my shoes
Fooling everybody, fooling even you
And you know this feelin'
Getting kinda queer
Oh I know I was born but am I really here?
Baby, am I really here?
Now there is someone talkin' to my wife
And you know the feelin' cuts just like a knife
I wanna know
Will I ever feel alright dear?
I know I was born but am I really here?
Baby, am I really here?
I want something done that I can understand
Rather be a dog in the sun, rolling in the sand
And you know this feelin'
Getting kinda queer
I know I was born but am I really here?
Baby, am I really here?
Baby, am I really here?
Baby, am I really here?
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