Fool On The Hill
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( J. Lennon, P. McCartney )
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Day after day alone on a 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 sees the sun going down
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And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round.
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Well on the way, head in a cloud,
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The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly 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 sees the sun going down
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And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round.
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And 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 sees the sun going down
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And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round.
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He never listens to them,
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He knows that they're the fools.
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They don't like him.
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But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
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And the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round.
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Fool On The Hill
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