Who's that stomping all over my face
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Where's that silhouette I'm trying to trace
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Who's putting sponge in the bells I once rung
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And taking my gypsy before she's begun
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To singing in the meaning of what's in my mind
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Before I can take home what's rightfully mine
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Joinin' and listenin' and talkin' in rhymes
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Stoppin' the feeling to wait for the times
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Who's saying baby, that don't mean a thing
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'Cause nowadays Clancy can't even sing
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And who's all hung-up on that happiness thing
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Who's trying to tune all the bells that he rings
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And who's in the corner and down on the floor
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With pencil and paper just counting the score
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Who's trying to act like he's just in between
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The line isn't black, if you know that it's green
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Don't bother looking, you're too blind to see
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Who's coming on like he wanted to be
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And who's coming home on the old nine-to-five
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Who's got the feeling that he came alive
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Though havin' it, sharin' it ain't quite the same
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It ain't no gold nugget, you can't lay a claim
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Who's seeing eyes through the crack in the floor
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There it is baby, don't you worry no more
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Who should be sleepin', but is writing this song
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Wishin' and a-hopin' he weren't so damned wrong
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Nowadays Clancy Can't Even Sing
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Buffalo Springfield |