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There's somethin' about the ocean rising up to meet the shoreline.
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Somethin' about a river the way it runs to meet the sea.
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There's somethin' about a rainfall and it's like the gift of living.
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There's somethin' about the water that makes me sing.
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Oh, somethin' about the mountains rising right straight up to heaven.
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And somethin' about a canyon in the shade of a cottonwood tree.
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Somethin' about the desert in the afterglow of evening.
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There's somethin' about the west that makes me sing.
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There's somethin' about the way you love me baby.
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There's somethin' about the way your lips meet mine.
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There's somethin' about the way you like to touch me.
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It really turns me on and makes my little light shine.
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There's somethin' about the way you love me baby.
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There's somethin' about the way your lips meet mine.
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There's somethin' about the way you like to touch me.
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It really turns me on and makes this little light shine.
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There's somethin' about the forest in the latter days of August.
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There's somethin' about the country on the very first day of springtime.
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There's somethin' about a wheatfield, oh you know I love the prairie.
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There's somethin' about the land that makes me sing.

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