| So many people try to analyse
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| Try to understand
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| Some people laugh and denigrate
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| Dismiss him out of hand
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| I have lived in wonder
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| At his ramblin' and his doings
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| Just for one day I’d like to walk amongst his ruins
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| Some take him seriously and never got the joke
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| And never see the truth in all the fun he pokes
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| Since I was a boy and heard the strange crooning
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| And just for one day I’d like to walk amongst his ruins
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| Painful things laid bare with a simple turn of phrase
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| Like a faithful friend you’ve never met
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| You’ve known him all your days
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| Sometimes as I drive along
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| He grates on my ears
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| Other times he catches me
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| Reduces me to tears
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| Yes I have lived in wonder at his ramblings and his doings
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| Just for one day I’d like to walk amongst his ruins
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| Such a naughty, naughty boy
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| As boys often are
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| Although he so elusive
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| He’s never very far
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| Last time I saw him I can’t remember what I was doing
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| Just recall thinking what a brilliant ruin |