I once thought I did know all about it
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Since the rain falls, the wind blows and the sun shines
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Don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas?
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I know that I might die from poison
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Invisible hanging there in the sunlight
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And don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas?
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If I was you I'd be friendly to your neighbour
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Be glad that he don't want to be your enemy
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For don't you know that your creator is a'running out of ideas?
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Poison
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| Bert Jansch |