| Teacher said I had my head in the clouds
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| They directed, I suspected, disconnected
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| Hat in my way
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| On the street, I had my feet on the ground
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| Stood corrected, well protected, resurrected
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| Had it my way
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| I’ve got my feet in the clouds, got my head on the ground
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| I know that I’m not a square as long as they’re not around
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| But I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard
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| Yes, I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard
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| Love is fab, it’s like a stab in the heart
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| My hidden treasure, made to measure, for my pleasure
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| I had it my way
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| I’ve got my feet in the clouds, got my head on the ground
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| I know that I’m not a square as long as they’re not around
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| But I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard
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| Oh, I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard
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| Yes, I find it very, very, very, very, very, very hard
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| I’ve got my feet in the clouds, got my head on the ground
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| I know that I’m not a square as long as they’re not around
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| But I find it so hard I find it so hard |