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"Sittin' here
Dreaming of days far from here
Late in no particular year oh oh oh
You wore that dress, no, the one right there
Dance like you do
Flowers fumble from your hair oh oh

I must confess you're all I dream about,
All that I think without
Never have a single doubt
To sing out whatever it is you're trying to say now
Whatever is on your mind
Sing out whatever it is you're trying to say now
Whatever is on your mind

You're so shy, don't know what you're worth
But you're worth so much more;
More than any song could implore
Your family's gone, so let's start our own
Down on Autumn wood
Turn our house into a home

I must confess you're all I think about,
All that I dream without
Never have a single doubt
To sing out whatever it is you're trying to say now
Whatever is on your mind
Sing out whatever it is you're trying to say now
Whatever is on your mind

Sing out whatever it is you're trying to say now
Whatever is on your mind
Sing out whatever it is you're trying to say now
Whatever is on your mind"

Anchor & Braille--Sing Out--Felt album

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