| I can see some men walking in town
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| And I can hear them talking just like fools
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| And they just walk in their dreams
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| And they just go with the stream
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| But they’d better look at what ‘s real
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| So they will see over the hill
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| And they can bring to their sides
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| So many light in the night
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| And they can bring to their sides
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| So many joys in their life
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| I can see some kids running in town
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| And they just keep on playing the game
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| And they just walk in their dreams
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| And they just go with the stream
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| But they ‘D better look at what ‘s real
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| So they will see over the hill
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| And they can bring to their sides
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| So many lights in the night
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| And they can bring to their sides
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| So many joys in their life
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| I can see some people made like men
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| And they wonder why they all look the same |