I know that something very strange
Has happened to my brain
I'm either feeling very good
Or else, I am insane
The seeds of doubt you've planted
Have started to grow wild
And I feel, that I must yield
Before the wisdom of a child
And it's love you bring
No. that I can't deny
And with your wings, I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing (sweet young thing)
People try to talk to me
Their words are ugly sounds
I resist on their attempts
To try and bring me down
Turned on to the sunset
Like I've never been before
How I listen for your footsteps
And your knock upon the door
And it's love you bring
No. that I can't deny
With your wings, I can learn to fly
Sweet young thing
And it's love you bring
With dreams of bluer skies
And with all these things
When I see it in your eyes
Sweet young thing
Sweet... young... thing, ah!

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