Words don't come so easily to me
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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
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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
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And I'll put it in my mi-hi-hi-hind hi-hi-hind
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Hi-hi-hind, hi-hi-hind
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Changes
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