Tell her, tell her what I'm thinkin'
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Tell her, tell her what I'm dreamin'
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And, hey, she just might just understand
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Baby would you listen to me
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Come across the kitchen to me
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And I will tell ya best I can
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'Bout how I know you love me
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And how I want to love you back
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People, people, people, they make it sound so easy
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They say just do what your heart tells you to
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But sometimes you cannot feel it
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Sometimes you cannot hear it
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Sometimes it won't talk back to you
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And yeah I know you love me
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And yeah I want to love you back
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And how I know you love me
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And how I want to love you bad
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Far away I hear the rhythm of a song
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Far away I get the feeling I belong, and so do you
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And it goes like this
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Oh no, no, don't want to leave you
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Oh no, I want to keep you
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Oh but I want to let you be
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Oh no, I don't want to hear you
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Say I don't want to be near you
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Oh but I've got to set you free
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And how I know you love me
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And how I want to love you back
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And yeah I know you love me
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And yeah I want to love you bad
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Far away I hear the rhythm of a song
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Far away I get the feeling I belong, and so do you
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And it goes like this
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
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Pretty Girl From San Diego
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| The Avett Brothers |
