He was a most peculiar man
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That's what Mrs. Riordan
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said and she should know
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She lived upstairs from him
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She said he was a most
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peculiar man
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He was a most peculiar man
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He lived all alone
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within a house
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Within a room, within himself
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A most peculiar man
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He had no friends
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he seldom spoke
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And no one in turn
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ever spoke to him
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Cause he wasn't
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friendly and he didn't care
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And he wasn't like them
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Oh, no! he was a most
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peculiar man
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He died last Saturday
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He turned the gas
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and he went to sleep
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With the windows closed
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so he'd never wake up
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To his silent world
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and his tiny room
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And Mrs. Riordan
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says he has a brother somewhere
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Who should be notified soon
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And all the people said
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What a shame that he's dead
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But wasn't he a most
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peculiar man
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A MOST PECULIAR MAN
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| Simon And Garfunkel |
