| Many a time the thought crossed my mind,
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| Wond’rin 'bout people who walk around blind,
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| They don’t seem to see the light of day,
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| Everything is just okay.
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| Taking no head of what they can learn,
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| Running in circles, no point of return,
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| Heading for the door that reads escape,
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| Anything that they can take.
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| Hey boys, come out and dig the dance,
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| Come on and take a chance,
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| Believe in the light of day.
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| Lonesome nights and wasted days,
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| Leads a man from his true ways,
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| Yet he tells you he nobody’s fool,
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| Breaking every golden rule.
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| Hey boys, come out and dig the dance,
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| Come on and take a chance, believe in the light of day.
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| Keep a watch on the sandman of time,
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| Will he gaze into your eyes or mine,
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| Will he knock on your door,
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| And invite you to the other side,
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| Catch him writing the score,
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| As he takes you on another ride,
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| hang on tight boy, you’re starting to slide.
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| Hey boys, come out and dig the dance,
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| Come on and take a chance,
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| Believe in the light of day,
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| Believe in the light of day. |