(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.
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Sweet Young Thing
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| The Monkees |
