(Timothy B. Schmit)
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Sittin' near ya, starin' at ya,
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Saying nothing.
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Wond'rin' if you're really you
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And if I'm someone
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That you could know
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Beyond the first hello.
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Eyes that search like the morning sun
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But never finding
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Silently I can feel the glow
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And I'm not minding
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But then you know
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I've been tryin' to show
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Why it makes me cry
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Talkin' it over from the inside.
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Something new and oh, so sacred
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Grows within the depths of you
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But still I just can't keep from wond'rin'
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For I'm but a child, too.
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Changes timelessly fill the spaces.
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It's so blind of me.
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I've seen the faces of a gifted few
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Who can help us break our chains that bind.
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Thinkin' all the time
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Why I can't unwind
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You must feel the pain
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Why it makes me cry
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I'm talkin' it over from the inside.
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FROM THE INSIDE
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| Poco |
