(Lennon/McCartney)
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Day after day alone on the hill,
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The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still,
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But nobody wants to know him,
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They can see that he's just a fool,
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And he never gives an answer,
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But the fool on the hill
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Sees the sun going down,
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And the eyes in his head,
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See the world spinning around.
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Well on his way his head in a cloud,
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The man of a thousand voices talking percetly loud
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But nobody ever hears him,
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Or the sound he appears to make,
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And he never seems to notice,
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But the fool on the hill...
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Nobody seems to like him
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They can tell what he wants to do.
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And he never shows his feelings,
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But the fool on the hill...
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The Fool On The Hill
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| Paul McCartney |
