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Day after day, alone on the hill |
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The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still |
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But nobody wants to know him |
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They can see that he's just a fool |
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And he never gives an answer |
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But the fool on the hill |
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Sees the sun going down |
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And the eyes in his head |
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See the world spinning around |
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Well on the way, head in a cloud |
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The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud |
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But nobody ever hears him |
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Or the sound he appears to make |
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And he never seems to notice |
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But the fool on the hill |
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Sees the sun going down |
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And the eyes in his head |
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See the world spinning around |
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And nobody seems to like him |
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They can tell what he wants to do |
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And he never shows his feelings |
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But the fool on the hill |
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Sees the sun going down |
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And the eyes in his head |
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See the world spinning around |
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He never listens to them |
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He knows that they're the fools |
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They don't like him |
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The fool on the hill |
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Sees the sun going down |
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And the eyes in his head |
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See the world spinning around |
