| The big bookcase it hides the window
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| It means I cannot see out
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| No ragged heads, no ragged minds are
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| Going to mess me, mess me about
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| Going to keep it right, don’t mention the night
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| Down by the lakeside, I’m sitting with pamphlets strewn all over me
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| White squares of paper full of ideas
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| I throw them all in into the sea
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| They sail away, sail away
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| Because the world is full of fools
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| Ah, the world is full of fools
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| Yes, the world is full of fools
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| But it doesn’t make them bad people
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| It’s a sunny day, sun like a bauble rolling over the sky
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| Telephone conversation, someone tells me the weather is
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| Mighty fine, the sun’s divine
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| Come on outside, enjoy yourself
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| But I can’t, I don’t know why
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| Maybe you can change that for me
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| I know I’m deep
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| I seem to be asleep
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| Hold me now, squeeze me now
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| You can do it somehow
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| It’s not too late
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| Tell me, tell me, tell me
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| The world is full of fools
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| Yes, the world is full of fools
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| Oh, the world is full of fools
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| But it doesn’t make me a bad person |