| Lately when I_m in my room all by myself,
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| in this solitary gloom I call to myself:
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| Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,
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| love never made a fool of you. |
| You used to be too wise.
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| Hey there, you on that high-flying cloud,
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| though he won_t throw a crumb to you, you think some day he_ll come to you.
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| Better forget him, him with his nose in the air.
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| He’s got you dancing on a string. |
| Break it and he won_t care.
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| Won_t you take this advice I hand you like a mother?
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| Or are you not seeing things too clear?
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| Are you too much in love to hear?
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| Is it all goin_ in one ear and out the other?
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| And out the other?
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| Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,
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| Are you talkin' to me?
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| love never made a fool of you.
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| Not until now.
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| You used to be so wise.
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| Oh, that was a long time ago.
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| Hey there,
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| What?
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| you on that high-flyin' cloud,
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| though he won_t throw a crumb to you,
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| you think some day he_s gonna come to you.
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| Woah, better forget him.
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| Forget him.
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| He’s got his nose in the air.
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| He’s got his nose in the air.
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| He’ll have you dancing on a string.
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| A puppet on a string.
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| Break it and he won_t care.
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| He won’t care for you.
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| Won’t you take this advice I hand you like a mother?
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| Or are you not seein_ things too clear?
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| Are you just too far gone to hear?
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| Is it all goin_ in one ear and out the other? |