I know if I'd been wiser this would never have occurred
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but I wallowed in my blindness so it's plain that I deserve
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for the sin of self-indulgence when the truth was writ quite clear
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I must spend my life amongst the dead who spend their lives in fear
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of a death that they're not sure of, of a life they can't control
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It's all so simple really if you just look to your soul
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Some say that I'm a wise man, some think that I'm a fool
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It doesn't matter either way: I'll be a wise man's fool
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For the lesson lies in learning and by teaching I'll be taught
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for there's nothing hidden anywhere, it's all there to be sought
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And so if you know anything look closely at the time
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at others who remain untrue and don't commit that crime
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Look to Your Soul
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| Procol Harum |
