| There’s a quiet little man and he sits at his window
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| Doesn’t make a sound but he watches where the wind blows
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| Wants to go outside, fears wouldn’t let him
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| First a little smile and the fears come rolling
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| You can go outside where the sun, the people blind you
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| You can go outside where the love of the people finds you
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| You can go outside where the sun, the people blind you
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| You can go outside where the love of the people finds you
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| It will find you, it will find you, it will find you
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| When he walks through the maze in the circles of his back place
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| While the Jew on his roof is still tying up his shoelace
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| He will never curse again all the days on his home spent
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| Nailing all the doors jumping through the window
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| You can go outside where the sun, the people blind you
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| You can go outside where the love of the people finds you
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| You can go outside where the sun, the people blind you
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| You can go outside where the love of the people finds you
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| It will find you, it will find you, it will find you |