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By gerry goffin, carole king and michael nesmith |
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Know that something very strange |
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Is happening to my brain. |
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I'm either feeling very good |
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Or else i am insane. |
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The seeds of doubt you planted |
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Have started to grow wild |
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But feel that i must yield before |
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The wisdom of a child |
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And it's love you bring, |
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No that i can't deny, |
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With your wings, |
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I can learn to fly, |
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Sweet young thing. |
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People try to talk to me |
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Their words are ugly sounds |
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But i resist all their attempts |
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To try and bring me down.. |
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Turned on to the sunset, |
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Like i've never done before. |
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And i listen for your footsteps |
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And your know upon the door. |
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And it's love you bring, |
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With dreams of bluer skies |
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All these things, |
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When i seem them in your eyes |
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Sweet young thing. |