| Sometimes I’m right, sometimes I’m wrong
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| Somehow I get along
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| Sometimes I’m mistaken
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| And believe me I am achin' from the times
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| I’m wrong within my song
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| But every time you’re near
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| The words come out so neat and clear, and
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| You’ll make some changes in me, let me tell you what I see
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| Changes in me, yeah
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| I know that you’re not perfect
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| And I don’t expect that kind of scene
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| You know just what I mean
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| I know sometimes you’re walkin' and you’re talkin'
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| You seem to get off the track
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| You most always get right back
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| It’s only when you doubt yourself
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| That you get misplaced on your shelf
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| Just make your changes and see
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| You’ll make some changes in me, yeah
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| You got the power and the reason for the rhyme
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| So lay it down I’ll pick it up And I’ll put it in my mi-hi-hi-hind
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| Sometimes words don’t make it so I’ll play
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| So now I’ve sung my song
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| To you, I hope you enter but it’s true
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| Sometimes I fall along the way
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| But then night always turns to day
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| You sing your song, I’ll sing mine
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| And if they intertwine it’s mighty good
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| If they don’t it’s understood, it’s understood
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| You’ll make some changes in me, let me tell you what I see
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| Changes in me, yeah
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| You got the power and the reason for the rhyme
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| So lay it down I’ll pick it up And I’ll put it in my mi-hi-hi-hind hi-hi-hind
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| Hi-hi-hind, hi-hi-hind |