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I'm driving home tonightI want to know what's on your mind why don't you tell me, boyI won't think you are stupid or ridiculous, I want you to knowThat what concerns you concerns meI wish we could move past all thisI wish you would feel comfortable and talk to meI'm singing soft tonight, I caught that little sighDon't lie, I know there's something wrongJust tell me, dear From Letras Mania