When I was young,
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it seemed that life was so wonderful,
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a miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
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And all the birds in the trees,
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well they´d be singing so happily,
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joyfully, playfully watching me.
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But then they send me away
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to teach me how to be sensible,
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logical, responsible, practical.
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And they showed me a world
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where I could be so dependable,
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clinical, intellectual, cynical.
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There are times when all the world´s asleep,
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the questions run too deep
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for such a simple man.
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Won´t you please, please tell me
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what we´ve learned
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I know it sounds absurd
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but please tell me who I am.
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Now watch what you say
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or they´ll be calling you a radical,
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liberal, fanatical, criminal.
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Won´t you sign up your name,
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we´d like to feel you´re
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acceptable, respectable, presentable,
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a vegetable!
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At night, when all the world´s asleep,
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the questions run so deep
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for such a simple man.
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Won´t you please, please tell me
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what we´ve learned
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I know it sounds absurd
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but please tell me who I am.
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The Logical Song
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| Supertramp |
