Texty: Joe Satriani. Strange.

My heart is pounding
My stomach's inside out
I'm feeling kinda shaky
My mind is full of doubt

All I ever think about
Is fearing fear itself
Wish I could unscrew my head
And put it on the shelf

You know I'm feeling kinda
Strange
You know I'm feeling kinda
Strange

Everything is twisted
Everything is oh so tight
Don't know what I'm looking at
The lights are all too bright

My brain's about to crumble
Spill out on the floor
Sweep 'em up, throw 'em away
I don't want 'em any more

You know I'm feeling kinda
Strange
You know I'm feeling kinda
Strange
Strange

Clouds race across the sky
Day turns into night
Still there are the questions
No answers in sight

Everything is twisted
Everything is oh so tight
Staring out the window
Everything is just too bright

My brain's about to crumble
Spill out on the floor
Wish I could unscrew my head
And kick it out the door

You know I'm feeling kinda
Strange
You know I'm feeling kinda
Strange

Strange
Strange
Strange
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