the way the wind starts to bite us as we step outside
the impersonal pressure of her hand on mine
i know, i know, i know

the way i signal success to you with bright wide eyes
oh, that you catch a glimpse of in between strobe lights
i know, i know, i know

do you feel it?
do you feel it or don't you?
well i used to, baby
but i'm not sure i still do

do you feel it?
do these tired old lies feel true?
well i used to believe them
but i'm not sure i still do

the way we all come together as the tempo spikes
and get in line for the bathoom, two or three at a time
i know, i know, i know

in the back of a taxi at the end of the night
is it love, or intertia, or are we just tired?
i know, i know, i know

do you feel it?
do you feel it or don't you?
well i used to, baby
but i'm not sure i still do

do you feel it?
do these tired old lies feel true?
well, i used to believe them
but i'm not sure i still do

when we were young the future looked so bright
now that we're closer, we can see that it's on fire
i used to think the best was surely yet to come
and now sometimes i think i'll die before it does

do you feel it?
do you feel it or don't you?
well i used to, baby
but i'm not sure i still do

do you feel it? 
do these tired old lies feel true?
well i used to believe them
but i'm not sure i still do

checking in with the old gang

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