I GET
A FEELING
©Mimi Wolske, March 2014
All Rights Reserved
when
i was young, the feeling was there,
it is
still there living in me;
take
me back to the stems of it.
as i
recollect, there's no colors
to
rearrange or to give me that feeling
when
we're apart; and i, i don't
need
teaching that i can't be without you—
without
you, Babe
there's
no future,
there
is no past,
no
slow and no fast
there
is no face
there
is no desire
and
there's no release
no
cameras too
there
are no phones
in the
night,
and i,
i get that feeling
that
i can't be without you,
without
you, Babe...
without
you;
you
came and you took my heart
and
i, i get that feeling when we're apart,
another
lesson in the teaching
that
i can't be without you;
so i,
i'll be around,
just
as i was when i was young
when the feeling was there,
it is
still there living in me,
it is
the feeling that i can't be without you
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