| You know the way you feel when there is autumn in the air
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| That’s him, that’s him
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| The way you feel when Antoine has finished with your hair
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| That’s him, that’s him
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| You know the way you feel when you smell bread baking
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| The way you feel when suddenly a tooth stops aching;
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| Wonderful world, wonderful you
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| That’s him, that’s him
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| He is as simple as a swim in summer
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| Not arty, not actory
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| He’s like a plumber when you need a plumber:
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| He’s satisfactory
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| You know the way you feel when you want to knock on wood
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| The way you feel when your heart is gone for good:
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| Wonderful world, wonderful you
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| That’s him
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| You could shuffle him with millions
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| Soldiers and civilians
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| I’d pick him out
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| In the darkest caves and hallways
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| I would know him always
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| Beyond a doubt
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| Identification comes easily to me
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| Because that’s he
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| You know the way you feel about the Rhapsody in Blue:
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| That’s him, that’s him;
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| The way you feel about a hat created just for you:
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| That’s him, that’s him
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| You know the way you feel when the fireflies glimmer
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| The way you feel when overnight your hips grow slimmer:
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| Wonderful world, wonderful you
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| That’s him, that’s him
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| He’s like a book directly from the printer
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| You look at him, he so commenceable
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| He’s comforting as woolens in the winter:
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| He’s indispensable
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| You know the way the way you feel
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| That you know you should conceal
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| The way you feel feel that you really shouldn’t feel:
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| Wonderful world, wonderful you
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| That’s him |