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