Day after day,
alone on the hill The man with the foolish
grin Is keeping perfectly still But
nobody wants to know him They can see
that he's just a fool And he never gives
an answer
But the fool on the hill Sees the
sun going down And the eyes in his head See
the world spinning around
Well on the way, head in a cloud The
man of a thousand voices Talking perfectly
loud But nobody ever hears him Or
the sound he appears to make And he never
seems to notice
And nobody seems to like him They
can tell what he wants to do And he never
shows his feelings
He never listens to them
He knows that they're the fool
They don't like him
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