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Somebody said... |
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Where's the music goin' |
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Somebody said... |
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It's gone |
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Somebody said... |
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With this bad wind a blowin' |
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Will the music keep a rolling on |
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I had to ask myself |
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WHy it's makin' me |
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A minstrel man from cradle to grave |
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Should there be somewhere else |
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It could be takin' me |
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As it rolls on over like a wave |
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Somebody said... |
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We got to find the words |
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Got to, got to be an answer there |
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Somebody said that... |
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You never get heard ' |
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Cause nobody really cares |
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Do your feet just dance |
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Where the waves begin |
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Stop thinkin' as you're sinkin' below |
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Or do you take this chance to sail on the wind |
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When so many in the water chose to row |
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Some may curse the crippled |
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Some try to hide the hurt |
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Some they hate the hungry |
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But who's dying down there in the dirt |
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Somebody said... |
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Has the man enlightened us |
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Somebody said... |
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Who knows |
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And then the little boys said... |
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Well I may be frightened |
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But the Emperor has got no clothes |
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As the passion dies |
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But the beat goes on |
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The conductor got us singing his song |
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He's been feedin' these lies |
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That we've been feasting upon |
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But now we've been at the banquet too long |
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Somebody said... |
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Where are the dreamers |
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Somebody said... |
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Dead Somebody said... |
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Here comes the holy rollers |
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Tryin' to sell us all the screamers instead |
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Since we were once deceived |
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When we received the call |
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Now the cynics are the prophets of the day |
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And now the weak ones grieve |
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As the strong ones fall |
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And the rest of us have nothing to say |
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Some suffer in silent sadness |
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Some come to worship pain |
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Some just welcome madness |
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But you can't come in from the rain |
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Somebody said |
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Somebody said |
