There's a man workin' in a field
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See's the rain and it's burning
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He's saying this can't be real
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As he sees the color of the fields turning
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Far away the men too busy getting rich to care
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Close their eyes and let it all out into the air
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Hoping nobody else would care
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Look out any window
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Look out any open door
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Look out any window
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See what's going on in the world around you
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There's a man working on a boat
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Pulling lines from the water
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Just trying to stay afloat
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Filling the nets is getting harder
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Far away they bend the rules so secretly
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Close their eyes and let it all out into the sea
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Hoping nobady else would see
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Look out any window
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Look out any open door
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Look out any window
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See what's going on in the air around you
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Far away too many leaders let them get their way
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Close their eyes and let it all out into the bay
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Say they'll clear it up another day
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Look out any window
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Look out any open door
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Look out any window
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See what's going on in the air around you
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Look out, look out for the big boys
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Telling you everything they're gonna do
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Look out, look out for the fat cat builder man
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Turning this into a wasteland
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Look out, look out for the back room boys
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That say the smokw is gonna blow away
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Look out, look out for the men who say it's okay
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Sitting in a building far away
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Look Out Any Window
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| Bruce Hornsby |
