| Marty Balin & Paul Kantner)
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| In my heart I have a feeling,
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| And I don’t know what I’m gonna do;
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| What should I do?
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| Oh, what a beautiful world, the world;
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| What should I do?
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| Maybe you’ve found it too;
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| And tomorrow.
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| Today is made up of yesterday,
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| Don’t you know what I have found?
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| And all her sorrow.
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| Young girl Sunday blues,
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| One side of me is filled with brightness,
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| No matter what I might say;
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| The days are made with waterfall colors,
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| Couldn’t I make you stay?
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| If rain falls down the side of my face,
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| Must be a rainy day;
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| But I get lost in yesterday,
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| And tomorrow, tomorrow;
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| Young girl Sunday blues,
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| And all her sorrow.
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| And I’m high;
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| I walk beside you laughing,
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| When I tell you I dream,
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| Don’t try to touch me with words;
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| It might seem like silence,
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| But so much can be heard;
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| I think of things,
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| That loving you brings,
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| Maybe my thing is her;
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| Today is made up of yesterday,
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| And tomorrow;
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| Young girl Sunday blues,
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| And all her sorrow;
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| Let yourself wander free and easy
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| Ah, come into my mind,
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| Ah, come into my life,
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| Sunday blues girl,
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| Young and new girl,
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| You’re the only true girl,
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| Here can please me,
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| I said «Please me, yeah!
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| Please me!
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| Please me!
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| Please me! |