| Well, the hobo’s watch stopped at five o’clock, I feel I’ll never find him
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| Oh Dear John, where are you? |
| I know you’re out there somewhere
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| Well I got a hurricane in my pocket, though no one will believe me
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| They poured a bucket of tar on top of a flower, somehow I knew they’d try it
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| To deny it, and defy it, and to buy it
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| Well let’s go dancing
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| Let’s go dancing
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| Said the firefly to the hurricane
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| Said the pouring rain to the open plain
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| How many times?
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| Well, I stopped a freight train with a grain of sand, can you hear it crashing?
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| I split a mountain in two with a flake of snow, still they won’t believe me
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| Well the tales were tall the stories were old, yet somehow I believed them
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| So what do you know about revolution? |
| When all you’ve taught is patience
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| And waiting, and making a statement
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| Well let’s go dancing
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| Let’s go dancing
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| Said the firefly to the hurricane
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| Said the open plain to the falling rain
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| How many times?
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| Oh let’s go dancing
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| Let’s go dancing
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| Let’s go dancing
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| Let’s go dancing
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| How many times? |