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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, they can see that he's just a fool,
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And he never gives an answer, but the fool on the hill
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Sees the sun going down, 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, or the sound he appears to make,
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And he never seems to notice, But the fool on the hill
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Sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head,
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See the world spinning around.
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And Nobody seems to like him, they can tell what he wants to do.
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And he never shows his feelings, but the fool on the hill
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Sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head,
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See the world spinning around.
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He never listens to them, he knows that they're the fools
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They don't like him, the fool on the hill
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Sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head,
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See the world spinning around.
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The Fool On The Hill
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| BEATLES |
