I Found I’m Just in Love by Vic Zarley 3rd fret

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I was living in North Miami Beach and I decided to share the apartment with an old friend. He owed me rent but I knew he was having money problems so I called into his room, "No need to pay the rent this month, I'll cover it," and left to go to work. On the way I began to get the lyrics to a song—this one—and had to pull over to write them down. I almost couldn't write fast enough. Somebody came charging out of their door at me as I had pulled over onto their area. The place I had pulled into was gravel. When they came out shouting like that, I gunned it, inadvertently spraying them with gravel. I pulled over safely somewhere else and finished writing these lyrics down. Later, I put music to them and I have always loved this song. I hope you do, also. This song was a gift directly related to my giving my roommate the rent that month, I believe.

People cry for love within
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People on the run
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And everywhere I look I see them
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Crying for the sun

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But shady days are all they see
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Beneath the clouds, so heavily
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Their laden minds can barely see
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A dove that can be freed

Chorus:
  Am
Within so freely flying
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Such a tiny turtle dove
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I’m not in love with anyone
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I’ve found I’m just in love

If freedom is within our souls
Then freedom is without
If freedom is our very goal
Then freedom we must shout

Until the cage door rattles
Until the turtle dove 
Flys within to open up
The fountain that is love  (chorus with these last lines)

For now the cage door’s open
And now the bird is free
I’m not in love with anyone
But love flows all through me

World, you are the testing place
What will you have us do?
We live our lives expectantly
But nothing’s coming through

There is within our souls, I’m sure
Imprisoned turtle doves
We need a key to their cage doors
They need a little shove (chorus)