| I can feel the love in here
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| My inner space got constellations
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| And all those inner conversations
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| They help me to shine, shine
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| Shine, shine
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| They help me to shine, shine
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| So shine, shine
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| They help me to shine
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| Picture the world after the wilder-
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| Ness no longer exist, picture me with no filter
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| Picture we see the rainbow as evidence that storm
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| Was only meant to wash away the hurt, certainly not destroy
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| Picture divine vines growing on side abandoned buildings
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| Picture choosing the road less traveled, abandon millions
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| Picture standing on top of hills and projecting your brilliance
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| Picture we started old and slowly became more like children
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| Picture me as the tadpole, started off as a frog
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| Picture me as the channel that started off as a blog
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| Picture me as the whisper that started off as a yell
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| Picture only offering heaven although they give you hell, like
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| Picture that, scripture that
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| Picture that brilliant sister from sister act
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| That gave us the miseducation, found those who missed the map
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| And gave 'em hope, just one more 'genn, picture a extra lap
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| That’s love
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| I can feel the love in here
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| My inner space got constellations
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| Those inner conversations
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| Help me to shine, shine
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| Shine, shine
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| They help me to shine, shine
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| Shine, shine
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| They help me to shine
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| Picture me flying over the city
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| Picture me with a beauty whose soul is equally pretty
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| Picture me with a ruby that’s redder than cherry stems
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| Picture me with a choir full of hers that’s singing hymns
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| Picture having action at calefaction, we heating up
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| Picture even with your voice trembling speaking up
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| Picture dropping the ladder for all of those reaching up
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| Picture every time we searching for answers we seeking up
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| Picture every finger pointed conjoining to form a fist
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| Picture every time you pray that heaven gladly forms a list
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| Picture baddy carrying Jamaican patties blowing kisses
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| Picture gravity wasn’t a factor, now picture me lifted
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| Picture skies, picture trees
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| Picture too many flowers, too many leaves
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| Picture you and me for hours doing whatever we please
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| Picture giving self-love deeper than seas, preach
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| I can feel the love in here
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| My inner space got constellations
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| Those inner conversations
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| Help me to shine, shine
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| Shine, shine
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| They help me to shine, shine
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| Shine, shine
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| They help me to shine
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| Picture me bright, picture me glowing
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| Picture my intuition guiding me, picture me knowing
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| Picture me dripping, picture me giving, picture me showing
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| Picture me 96ing dipping, now picture me rolling
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| Picture me in a low low, switches and bending corners
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| Picture me in a white T riding through California
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| Picture with a queen that’s playing her violin
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| Picture little kids looking at daddy like I am him
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| Picture dirty hands in soil planting greens to feed the future
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| Picture me so fresh, so clean, cleaner than loofahs
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| Picture teaching a class, divina la vida pura
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| Picture me as a doctor, I’m saying tengo la cura
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| Picture sipping natural herbs through tip of hookah
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| Picture me living much better great, I’m living super |