| You know I am not a prophet
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| I wouldn’t be one if you paid me
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| But it doesn’t take a lot to see
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| Just where you’re headed lately
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| Pretty soon you’re gonna ask me
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| How come the life you lead
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| Doesn’t make you very happy
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| Or satisfy your needs
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| When you talk about your needs as though
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| You know just what they are
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| Well, in fact to really know them
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| Is like traveling to a star
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| It takes so long you die along the way, hey hey
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| So I say, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»
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| Just say, «Hey, hey, hey, hey»
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| Just say, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»
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| C’mon, sit down
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| We’re gonna talk about illusion
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| How everything is made of it
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| Well, no wonder life’s confusin'
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| All this stuff that we take for granted
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| So solid to the touch
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| Is just a concrete indication
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| That we love ourselves too much
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| But if we don’t love ourselves, you say
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| Who will? |
| Whatever for?
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| And I say, that’s a better question
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| Than the one you asked before
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| But the answer is still just as far away
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| So I say, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»
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| Let go of all of this
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| Just forget about your reason
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| You can leave it all behind you
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| You can start another season
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| With all these silly little fictions
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| Are gonna take you by surprise
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| If you see them in the daylight
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| And finally realize
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| That you told them to yourself
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| And nobody else was listening
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| You’ll be standing broken hearted
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| Like a disillusioned Christian
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| With your mouth open but nothin' left to say
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| So just say, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey»
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| We’ll all say, «Hey, hey, hey, hey»
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| Let’s just say, «Hey, hey, hey»
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| Ain’t nothin' left to say, well, «Hey, hey, hey»
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| Just say, «Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey» |