The Monkees – Sweet Young Thing (Ukulele)

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I know that something very strange is happening to my brain.

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I'm either feeling very good or else I am insane.

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The seeds of doubt you planted have started to grow wild.

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But I feel that I must yield before the wisdom of a child.

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And it's love you bring..no, that I can't deny.

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With your wings, I can learn to fly..sweet young thing.

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People try to talk to me, their words are ugly sounds.

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But I resist all their attempts to try and bring me down.

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Turned on to the sunset like I've never done before.

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I listen for your footsteps and your knock upon the door.

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And it's love you bring..no, that I can't deny.

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With your wings, I can learn to fly..sweet young thing.

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And it's love you bring, with dreams of bluer skies.

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All these things, when I see it in your eyes..

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sweet young thing..

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sweet..young..thing..ahhh..