Now isn't it funny,
How it takes all your problems away.
Not really my issues,
But I do really miss you,
So I worry about your problems instead.
Some day we will sway,
And dance, sing and play,
And not have a problem in the world.
When we become sane,
Everything becomes plain,
In the words of Jaco "who loves ya babe?"
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