Something in the way she moves, or looks my way, or calls my name
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That seems to leave this troubled world behind.
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And if I'm feeling down and blue or troubled by some foolish game,
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She always seems to make me change my mind..
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And I feel fine anytime she's around me now, she's around me now almost about all the time.
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And if I'm well you can tell she's been with me now.
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She's been with me now quite a long, long time and I feel fine.
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Every now and then the things I lean on lose their meaning
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And I find myself careening in places where I should not let me go.
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She has the power to go where no one else can find me and to silently remind me
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Of the happiness and the good times that I know, and then I just got to go then.
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It isn't what she's got to say but how she thinks and where she's been.
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To me, the words are nice, the way they sound.
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I like to hear them best that way, it doesn't much matter what they mean.
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She says them mostly just to calm me down
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And I feel fine anytime she's around me now, she's around me now almost about all the time.
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And if I'm well you can tell she's been with me now.
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She's been with me now quite a long, long time and I feel fine.
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Something In The Way She Moves
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| Carole King |
