(Charles Scott Boyer)
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Oh my word, what does it mean?
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Is it love or is it me
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That makes me change so suddenly?
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Looking out, feeling free.
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Sit here lying in my bed,
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Wondering what it was I'd said
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That made me think I'd lost my head,
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When I knew I lost my heart instead.
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[Chorus:]
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Won't you please read my signs, be a gypsy.
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Tell me what I hope to find deep within me.
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Because you can find my mind, please be with me.
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Of all the better things I've heard,
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Loving you has made the words
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And all the rest seem so absurd,
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'Cause in the end it all comes out unsure.
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[Chorus]
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Please Be With Me
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| Eric Clapton |
