(J.C. Young)
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Have you seen the sunlight pouring in through her hair;
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Felt her warm mouth on you in the summer's air?
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Running in a field of brown;
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Laughing, rolling, on the ground,
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Smiling as she pulls you down.
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That's the way she feels about you.
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That's the way she feels about you.
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If your dreams can wake you screaming in the night.
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She can touch your face and take away your fright.
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Like a tree in the meadow wind,
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She will bend to take you in.
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Makes no difference where you been.
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That's the way she feels about you.
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That's the way she feels about you.
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If you wake up screaming,
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Scared about what you're dreaming;
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You know she is there,
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She can share, you're aware she cares about you.
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In the morning wake up laughing with the day,
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She will smile and ask you with her eyes to stay.
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Like the sunshine warms the sand,
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She will touch you with her hands;
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Touching makes you understand.
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That's the way she feels about you.
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That's the way she feels about you.
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La la la la la la
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La la la la la la
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If you wake up screaming,
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Scared about what you're dreaming;
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You know she is there,
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She can share, you're aware she cares about you.
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In the morning wake up laughing with the day,
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She will smile and ask you with her eyes to stay.
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Like the sunshine warms the sand,
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She will touch you with her hands;
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Touching makes you understand.
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That's the way she feels about you.
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That's the way she feels about you.
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Sunlight
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| Three Dog Night |
