I'm sleeping
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And right in the middle of a good dream
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like all at once I wake up
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From something that keeps knocking at my brain
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Before I go insane
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I hold my pillow to my head
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And spring up in my bed
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Screaming out the words I dread:
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"I think I love you!" (I think I love you)
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This morning, I woke up with this feeling
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I didn't know how to deal with
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And so I just decided to myself
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I'd hide it to myself
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And never talk about it
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And didn't I go and shout it
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When you walked into my room.
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"I think I love you!" (I think I love you)
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I think I love you
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So what am I so afraid of?
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I'm afraid that I'm not sure of
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A love there is no cure for
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I think I love you
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Isn't that what life is made of?
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Though it worries me to say
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I've never felt this way
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Believe me
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You really don't have to worry
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I only want to make you happy
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And if you say,
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hey, go away, I will
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But I think better still
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I ought to stay around and love you
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Do you think I have a case?
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Let me ask you to your face:
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Do you think you love me?
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I think I love you!
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I Think I Love You
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| The Partridge Family |
