| The sweat of my mind tells myself that I should worry
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| Me, I tell myself that I am not supposed to worry
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| 'Cause I can worry anytime, anytime what to do, if I’m in tune
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| The pain of my thought leaves its home so I can’t be sure
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| So I tell my thoughts that my soul will have to endure
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| 'Cause I can solve all my hangups before, before soon, if I’m in tune
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| While I’m in tune, while I’m in tune
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| Let me weave my happenin'
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| Let me tell you, let me show you
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| While I’m in tune, while I’m in tune
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| Come see my mind in bloom, when I’m in tune
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| The words of my tongue seem to leave me no sensation
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| The words in my world cannot describe my creation
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| But I can create anytime, anytime I find room, when I’m in tune
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| (Oh come and listen while I sing my song for you)
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| While I’m in tune, while I’m in tune
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| Let me weave my happenin'
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| Let me tell you, let me show you
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| While I’m in tune, while I’m in tune
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| Come see my mind in bloom, when I’m in tune
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| Tune, tune, in tune, tune.. |