| Day after day
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| Alone on a hill
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| The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
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| But nobody wants to know him
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| They can see that he’s just a fool
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| And he never gives an answer
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| But The Fool On The Hill
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| Sees the sun going down
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| And the eyes in his head
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| See the world spinning round
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| Well on the way
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| Head in a cloud
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| The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
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| But nobody ever hears him
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| Or the sound he appears to make
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| And he never seems to notice
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| But The Fool On The Hill
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| Sees the sun going down
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| And the eyes in his head
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| See the world spinning round
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| And nobody seems to like him
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| They can tell what he wants to do
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| And he never shows his feelings
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| But The Fool On The Hill
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| Sees the sun going down
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| And the eyes in his head
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| See the world spinning round
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| Day after day
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| Fool on the hill
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| Day after day
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| Fool on the hill
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| Day after day
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| Fool on the hill
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| Day after day after day after day after day |