| I took a walk along a yellow street where purple faces said it all
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| I wasn’t looking for no sympathy
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| An opportunity to make me small
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| Then my skin began to crawl
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| I took a bus up where the air is green
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| And all year round the sky is blue
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| The people all pretend that they can’t see
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| The mediocrity of what they do believing what they say is true
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| Oh, it’s such a silly dream but you’re not so tall
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| Oh, it’s such a simple thing
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| But you’re not so tall
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| Oh no, you’re not so tall at all
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| I took a stroll along a red-brick road
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| Where baby’s cheeks are shiny brown
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| I heard the crack of an almighty load
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| The curiosity of that fat sound brought all the children running round
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| Oh, it’s such a silly dream but you’re not so tall
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| Oh, it’s such a simple thing
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| But you’re not so tall
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| Oh no, you’re not so tall at all
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| When I think of the good vibrations
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| All the things I like to do
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| Then I get a strange sensation
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| Why is everyone so cruel?
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| Oh, you’re not so tall, oh no, you’re not so tall
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| One day, some day |