| Springtime Indiana
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| You are sleeping by my side
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| Here across the miles we ramble
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| Past where the road divides
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| I wish I could tell you… but I just can’t find the words
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| I’ve never been good with my thoughts
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| And even worse with my words
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| But you read like familiar poetry
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| That I have never heard…
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| I wish I could tell you… but I just can’t find the words
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| So let’s move across the ocean
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| And pitch the tent stakes wide
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| You be the one to come after me
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| And I will be your bride…
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| I wish I could tell you… but I just can’t find the words
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| I am all at once courageous
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| I am all at once afraid
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| It came over me like nightfall
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| Like a freight train
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| I can’t seem to hold it in
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| But I can’t seem to run away
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| You came in without notice
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| And settled all around my heart
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| Took up residence in all the places
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| That were vacant and dark…
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| I wish I could tell you… but I just can’t find the words
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| Springtime Indiana
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| You are starting to wake
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| And I am laden with the thoughts
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| Of everything I mean to say
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| I wish I could tell you,
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| But I just can’t find the words. |