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I know that something very strange is happening to my brainI'm either feeling very good, or else I am insaneThe seed s of doubt you planted have started to grow wildAnd I feel that I must yield to the wisdom of a childAnd it's love you bring, of that I can't denyWith your wings, I can learn to flySweet young thing, sweet young thingPeople try to talk to me, they're words are ugly soundsBut I resist all their attempts to try and bring me downI'm turned on to the sunset like I've never been beforeAnd I listened for your footsteps and your knock upon my doorAnd it's love you bring, of that I can't denyWith your wings, I can learn to flySweet young thing, sweet young thingAnd it's love you bring, with dreams of bluer skyThe morning sings and I see it in your eyesSweet young thing, sweet young thingSweet young thing, sweet young thingSweet young thing, sweet young thing From Letras Mania