| All the things that man devises to help him do his thing
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| Amazing moon-shot rockets and little wheels that sing
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| The way his hands will sweat to get that daily bread
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| It’s hard to believe he can’t get it through his head
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| But he still can’t figure out just what she thinks about
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| And he still can’t figure out just what she thinks about
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| All the themes of man’s illusions already here and gone
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| Somehow amidst confusion oh how he gets it on, yeah!
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| But he still can’t figure out just what she thinks about
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| And he still can’t figure out just what she thinks about
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| Well, you say you’ve been around and you got it all together
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| And you’re digging where it’s at and you really feel groovy
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| Well, that’s not quite true, but nice to meet you
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| Heard you spent time tryin' to figure out a reason
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| Why you couldn’t get along but now the pain’s easin'
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| It’s alright, there is nothing frightening, just be mine tonight
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| Dream on, my man, you’ll understand, what to do, what you say
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| Her world turns another way |