| Strolling down the highway with my shoes in my hand
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| I dont talk much Im a quiet man
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| Beauty and silence both run deep
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| And running like crazy while you are alseep
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| You got news for me, i got nothing for you
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| Dont pin your blues on me Just go ahead and do whatever you wish to Last monday night I saw a fight
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| Between wednesday and thursday over saturday night
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| Tuesday asked me what was going on I said,
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| «sundays in the meadow and fridays in the corn.»
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| Repeat chorus:
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| Hocus-pocus, maladjusted
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| Dont you think my tears get rusted
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| Steady losing means you aint using
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| What you really think is right
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| Repeat chorus:
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| Oodles of light what a beautiful sight
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| Both of gods eyes are shining tonight
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| Rays and beams of incredible dreams
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| And I am a quiet man.
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| Oodles of light what a beautiful sight
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| Both of gods eyes are shining tonight
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| Rays and beams of incredible dreams
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| And I am a quiet man.
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| Oodles of light what a beautiful sight
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| Both of gods eyes are shining tonight
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| Rays and beams of incredible dreams
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| And I am a quiet man. |