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Things, by Paul Westerberg
capo 4th to play with the record "14 songs"
Things I want to tell you, how you make me feel
How you look to me, and how good it feels
Things I don't want to tell you, every little thing's alright
What I was before, and where I was last night
Always things, always things, always things
Things I try to tell you, but come out oh-so wrong
Seemed to feel pretty good, seemed to last pretty long
Things I don't want to tell you, but there ain't no doubt
You lit a fire in me, can't seem to put it out.
Always things, always things
Things I long to tell you, but I don't know how
Things I don't want to tell you, but I have to now.
Pack my things
Things I'm bound to tell you, like that dress looks great on you
I could use some breathing room, but I'm still in love with you
Things I'll never tell you, down the line someday
you'll be a song I sing, a thing, I'll give awaaaay, yeah-hey-hey
I'll pack my things today
I'll pack my things today
"That's a fun one"
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