(Brian Wilson)
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The night was so young and everything still
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The moon shining bright on my window sill
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I think of her lips, it chills me inside
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And then I think why does she have to hide
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Is somebody gonna tell me why she has to hi-i-ide
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She's passin' it by, she won't even try
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To make this love go where it should
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The sky's turnin' gray, there's clouds overhead
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I'm still not asleep, I'm in my bed
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I think of her eyes and it makes me sigh
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I think of her voice and it makes me cry
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Is somebody gonna tell me why she has to lie-i-ie
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She'd be so right to hold me tonight
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Love was made for her and I
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It's three o'clock I go to my sink
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I pour some milk and I start to think
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Is she asleep or is she awake
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And does she think of the love we could make
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Wake up, call me baby call me tell me what's on your mi-i-ind
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I've got a car and you're not too far
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Please let me come over to you
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The night was so young and everything still
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The moon shining bright on my window sill
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I think of her lips, it chills me inside
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And then I think why should she hide
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The Night Was So Young
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| Beach Boys |
