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SO MUCH IN TUNE

How could you be so much in tune
that when you walk into the room
everybody’s looking at you
as they realize they’re not just in any room
any more.

How could you be so much in tune
that when you point outside at the moon
everybody acts just like
they’d never seen it before.

How could you be so much in tune?

Melodicas and tambourines.
Dresses out of history.
Picking up your elbows now
because the sound and the rhythm
have given you your wings.

You counted all the tones in the sky
four hundred and forty times.
Whispered in the softest voice.
Made with the strongest choice.

How could you be so much in tune?

Your eyes catch the birth of the sun.
Squeezing on your harmonium.
Everybody’s quiet now.
Nobody remembers how to hate anything anymore.

How could you be so much in tune?

words and music by Easton, Stagger, Phillips
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