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| Day after day, alone on a hill, a man with the foolish grin is keeping prefectly still but nobody wants to know him, they can see he's just a fool but the fool on the hill sees the sun sun going down. | |
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| And the eyes in his head see the world spinning around, well on his way, his head in a cloud, the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud, but nobody ever hears him. | |
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| Or the sounds he appears to make, and he never seems to notice, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head sees the world spinning around. | |
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