(Kent LaVoie)
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Once upon my boyhood time
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The circus came to town
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I remember church going people
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Talking the carnies down
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Misfits of society
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That's what they said to me
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So I sneaked up close
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And watched them work
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And found that actually
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They laughed alot
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They sang out loud
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The way they walked
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Made them look kinda proud
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A little different from you
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A little different from me
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Alot like the man who walked
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Through Galilee
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Mr. and Mrs. Goldstein
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Moved in next door to us
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The neighbors were indignant
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They put up quit a fuss
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The neighborhood had gone to pot
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And they had worked so hard
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So I sneaked out back
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Peeked through the fence
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And watched them do the yard
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They laughed a lot
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They sang out loud
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They looked just like the rest
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Of the crowd
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A little different from you
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A little different from me
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A lot like the man who walked
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Through Galilee
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Everyone is different
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But everyone's the same
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Riding around in circles
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On life's mysterious train
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What if other people
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Thought that way of you
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Too weak for the circus
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Too dumb to be a Jew
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A plain old Joe
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In wash 'n' wear suit
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Wasting his life away
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Or do they look in envy
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And do or don't they say
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A Little Different
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Lobo |