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Because the meaning still leaves for you to choose
And I couldn't stand to let them be abused
By you, you
Dreams I had just last night
Made me scared, white with fright
But I'm over to that Sunnyside road
Over to that Sunnyside road
Fortunes come and fortunes go
But things get better babe, that's one thing I know
And I'm over to that Sunnyside road
Over to that Sunnyside road
I have a friend that I have met
Who gives me love and a certain respect
Just a little respect, everybody needs just a little respect
That means you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you
And in a little while our love will spread
To you, you
Ain't no matter who inside this world you know
There'll he someone who will love you just for who you are, really are
Dreams I had just last night
Made me worried to face up to the light
But I'm over to that Sunnyside road
Over to that Sunnyside road
Come on now, it's freedom calling
Come on over and find yourself
Come on now, it's freedom calling
Come on in and remind yourself
You can live in the largest house and eleven apartments too
Run your own private plane and a boat in Malibu
But 'till you know deep down what inside you really need
Well I love you baby, ooh my dear and I think about you sometimes
But when you're with me boy, it chokes my mind
Come on now, it's freedom calling
Come on over and find yourself
Come on now, it's freedom calling
Come on in and remind yourself, come on
Man must fight for freedom sure that's what most other people would say
Look for a body to lead them but there's too many to lead them away
Why wait until it's your time to die
Before you learn what you were born to do?
Come on nowm it's freedom calling but there's only one freedom for you
Love, love, boy
Love, boy
Love, love, boy
Love, love, boy
And I can't wait to be with you tomorrow night, oh no
Love, love, boy
Love
Won't you give me your word that you won't laugh
'Cause you've been a saving grace to me
And I'd hate to face a day without you around
My life would be without sound
Love, love, love, love must've made you on a Sunday
'Cause you taste to me as good as God made honey taste, babe
And the sky all glistens with gold when you're talking to me
And the whirling wind turns to song, why it sets my soul free
Love, love, love, love must've made you on a Sunday
There are no words I can use
Because the meaning still leaves for you to choose
And I couldn't stand to let them be abused
By you, you
Oh darling, you see my face
But it's in my heart that's where it's taking place
And I couldn't stand to let it go to waste
Can you, you?
Oh love, sweet blue love
No man can ever get enough
But maybe one day we'll all die in love
Will you, you? Oh love, sweet love, my love, sweet little love
Oh babe, understand
Take my love that's all I have at hand
Please say you will, don't say you can't
Oh will you? Will you? Will you?
The moment you walked inside my door
I knew that I need not look no more
I've seen many other girls before, ah but darling
Heaven must've programmed you
The moment you fell inside my dreams
I realized all I had not seen
I've seen many other girls before, ah but darling
Heaven must've programmed you
Oh will you? Will you? Will you?
Heaven must've programmed you
Oh darling
Look at me I'm talking, talking to you
You
Oh my love, Heaven must've programmed, oh programmed you
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Because the meaning still leaves for you to choose
And I couldn't stand to let them be abused
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