| I hear the salesman sighing
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| The customers aren’t buying
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| He said, «they all turned him down
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| It’s too much to pay»
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| The gentleman is swearing
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| While on the curb he’s staring
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| At the bus that passed him by
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| It blew his day
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| People reacting
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| All of them acting
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| Out emotions for a thing
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| That passed them by
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| But what of the people all standing
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| And not understanding
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| What emotion to express, to laugh or cry
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| Time has passed them by
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| The hour’s come (The hour’s come)
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| Don’t go anywhere (They go nowhere)
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| The world shrinks down to the kitchen and den
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| Fleeting memories of what might have been
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| So little time left to prepare
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| I hear the kids rejoicing
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| As they go running voicing
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| Their delight in chasing the kite
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| That’s blown away
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| The playwrite stands and mutters
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| The critics make him shudder
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| All alone, no one applauds
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| The end of his play
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| People reacting
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| And all of them acting
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| Out emotions for a thing
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| That passed them by
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| But what of the people all standing
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| And not understanding
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| What emotion to express, to laugh or cry
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| Time has passed them by |