You may be in london,waiting on a train
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You may be in paris, dancing on a stage
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Or shooting the curl in bali or down south drinking sweet tea
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You may be glued to the television
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As happy
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As larry
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You may be a docter, giving up the ghost
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You may be a short order cook, fixing grits and toast
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Whenever
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Wherever
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Whoever you are
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Let it be
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Plain too see
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It's time to reach for
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Something higher
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Everybody hears the need
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Tuning in around the world
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All you boys and all you girls
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Tune in till ya drown the noise
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All you girls and all you boys
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Tune it in and hum along
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Let it lift the woebegone
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Tune it in around the world
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All you boys and all you girls
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It may be your birthday
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Or it may be your last
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As a kid you couldn't wait to get old
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Now the years fly by too fast
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Whenever
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Wherever
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Whoever you are
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Let it be plain
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Too see
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No time
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No place
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Nobody but you
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Will keep you from your knees
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Let the truth fill up our lives
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Let the choir fire up and over
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The renewel of our minds is
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Never over till it's over
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And where our treasure is
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That's where our hearts will be
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So take my will
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And set me
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Tuning into you
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Tuning outta me
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Tuning In
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