| I’ve been spending my days with my thumb in the air
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| And people been telling me, «Son, you ain’t gettin' nowhere»
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| I shuffle my feet purely out of despair
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| And now I’m moving to you, and this I know, my dear
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| Ooh
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| Hahahaha
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| I’ve see fields of green, dead and yellow, too
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| Waters bleeding red, oh, and seas of blue
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| I tend to close my eyes and let the wind take me there
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| Now I’m lost, moving without a care
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
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| Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh |