| I never walk in the street
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| Or gather round where people meet
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| With you on my head
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| And me on my toes
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| Wondering what everyone knows
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| Wondering what everyone knows
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| I buy a stamp for the post
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| But all my letters are lost
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| With you on my head
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| And me on my toes
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| Wondering what everyone knows
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| Wondering what everyone knows
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| Wondering what everyone knows
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| Darkness in white
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| You can feel through the light
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| Of the darkest cloud and touch my hand
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| Darkness in white
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| You can feel through the light
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| Of the darkest cloud and touch my hand
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| You are a sound in my head
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| Sew up my ears with your thread
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| With you on my head
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| And me on my toes
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| Wondering what everyone knows
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| Wondering what everyone knows
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| Wondering what everyone knows
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| Darkness in white
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| You can feel through the light
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| Of the darkest cloud and touch my hand
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| Darkness in white
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| You can feel through the light
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| Of the darkest cloud and touch my hand
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| My hands
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| Touch my hands |