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I'm forever struck |
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By the people in this town |
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And the way they go about their world |
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Have they given up |
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All the fun they used to have in adolescent xanadu |
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Everything is too much time and trouble |
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They must be seen as being respectable |
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They're too busy with their social climbing |
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Waiting for a rise |
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Chorus. |
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Why can't people just be people |
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When they were young |
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They would wish for the summer evenings that would never end |
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Now the day's too long |
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And the key to life is locked away in childhood memories |
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Some people judge a man as reasonable |
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If the wine he buys is seasonable |
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They've time for friendship if it's advantageous |
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And causes no pain |
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Chorus: |
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Why are people so deceitful |
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Why can't people just be people |
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There is more to the world |
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Than is offered by the soap and war found on the tv screen |
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And there is more to this life |
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If you would only take the time to look within and find the key |
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Don't believe words when they're superficial |
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Don't put your trust in values artificial |
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Let your heart do the talking for a little |
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And feel yourself shine |
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Chorus: |
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Why can't people trust in people |
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Why can't people just be people |
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Find the time and you'll realise |
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Life isn't too much time and trouble |
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(repeat til fade) |
