I hear the salesman sighing
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The customers aren't buying
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He said, "they all turned him down
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It's too much to pay"
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The gentleman is swearing
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While on the curb he's staring
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At the bus that passed him by
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It blew his day
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People reacting
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All of them acting
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Out emotions for a thing
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That passed them by
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But what of the people all standing
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And not understanding
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What emotion to express, to laugh or cry
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Time has passed them by
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The hour's come (The hour's come)
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Don't go anywhere (They go nowhere)
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The world shrinks down to the kitchen and den
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Fleeting memories of what might have been
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So little time left to prepare
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I hear the kids rejoicing
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As they go running voicing
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Their delight in chasing the kite
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That's blown away
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The playwrite stands and mutters
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The critics make him shudder
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All alone, no one applauds
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The end of his play
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People reacting
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And all of them acting
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Out emotions for a thing
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That passed them by
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But what of the people all standing
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And not understanding
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What emotion to express, to laugh or cry
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Time has passed them by
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The Bus Song
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| The Association |
