| He will sleep outside tonight
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| He caused a stir in town earlier
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| Up to his antics
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| Dressed as a cowboy
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| And singing his songs
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| They prefer not to think about him
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| Wandering and wandering around
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| Until you finally feel invisible
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| Hey, everybody knew you
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| But nobody knew your name
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| Hey, everybody knew you
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| But nobody spoke to you
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| And this is why
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| You were the only black man in this town
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| This lovely boring northern town
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| This is where the people they look right through you
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| This is where the people can gradually convince you
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| That you’re not really here
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| Until you’re not really here
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| Standing in the middle of Woolworths
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| In the middle of christmas
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| Singing Oklahoma! |
| At the top of your voice
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| Hey, I never spoke to you
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| Oh but I remember you
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| So how far can you go?
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| And still be ignored?
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| Hey, there’s a ghost in the centre of town
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| Standing outside Boots dressed as a cowboy
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| Shouting at the top of your voice
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| And brandishing your gun
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| «Bang»
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| Wandering and wandering around
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| Until you finally feel invisible
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| Oklahoma! |
| Oklahoma! |
| And then someone always pipes up and says
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| You chose that lifestyle
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| What? |
| Chose to sleep outside in the winter?
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| I don’t think so
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| Oklahoma! |
| Oklahoma!
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| And the strange thing is that now you’re gone
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| People almost seem to see you even more
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| Than when you were around
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| It’s the guilt that does that
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| Oklahoma! |
| Oklahoma!
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| Merry Christmas everybody! |