| I sit down in the Underground trying to be gay
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| See the wild grass turn just into hay
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| I see the magic movement but they don’t fly away
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| Bad karma and it ricochets my eye
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| Bad karma round me
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| The asp and the ashed and the infant of flame
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| Murgatroyd and Doris and the leper-leaping lame
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| The sad and the giggly and the black-suit swain
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| I see your face and know you
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| Easy as lightning I’ve laughed in the leaves
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| And I’d feel like Ali Baba when he quit the forty thieves
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| I can cruel no more so you cause me to grieve
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| I see your face and know you
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| I don’t dig hating and I don’t like to try
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| But how can I love you when you want me to die
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| Oh Lord, live and learn
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| I see your face and know you
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| I wish I was springtime green as the snow
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| I’d sprinkle me with growing dust green for to grow
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| I’d leave here running 'cause walking’s too slow
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| I see your face and know you
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| Oh watch how the light comes new each day
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| If you learn how to wonder you will know how to pray
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| Oh Lord, live and learn
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| I see your face and know you |