He¡¯s the bluebell man
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And he walks in dreams
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What the world rejects
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He alone redeems
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Followin the light
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No one else can see
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Faithful to himself
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Needs nobody else to set him free
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He¡¯s the bluebell man
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He¡¯s the bluebell man
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And his colours dance
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He can catch the sun with a passing glance
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How can he see further than the rest
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Does his heart hold secret¡¯s
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That our minds cannot digest
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He¡¯s the bluebell man
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Turnin circles
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Carousels of thought
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Can¡¯t remember
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All the things he taught me with his heart
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He¡¯s the bluebell man
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And his life¡¯s a song
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That¡¯s clear and true
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In a world gone wrong
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He can see the fire
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That lives inside the spark
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He¡¯ll looks at the stars
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While we are complain of the dark
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He¡¯s the bluebell man
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In my heart
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He dances still
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Far away
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On another hill
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Everyday his words still fill my life
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He¡¯s the bluebell man
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And his mind is his own
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And he walks among
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But he walks alone
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Listenin to the secrets
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Of every wind that blows
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Pickin up the sounds
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That everybody hears
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But no one knows
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He¡¯s the bluebell man
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He¡¯s the bluebell man
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And he¡¯ll never die
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He¡¯ll just sail away
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And the moon is high
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Everywhere he¡¯s been
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He¡¯ll leave a trace
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Of warmth in some ones heart
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Or a smile upon their face
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He¡¯s the bluebell man
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He¡¯s the bluebell man
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Bluebell man
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The Bluebell Man
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| Charlie Landsborough |
