Lyrics

I slid a Hershey bar off the rack
When ol' man Baker turned his back
Kept that dollar in my pocket and I walked out the door
Don't remember chocolate tastin' that bitter before

Cause there's a feeling that cha get
When something ain't right
Keep's ya staring at the ceiling
In the middle of the night
You toss, you turn, until you learn
Sometimes ya don't get caught
But cha never beat the odds
Cause ya...can't lie to God

I was playin' baseball with my friends
Man I hit a long one over the fence
Saw the stained glass window shatter and we all ran away
But I sold my bike. took the money to that church on Sunday

Candy bars and broken windows
Taught me wrong from right
Now I think a little longer
Bout' the choices in my life

Chorus (Don't want that feeling that you get...)
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Copyright 2005 Cheryl Ashton/Cathy Serum