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But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and nobody seems to like him, day after day
day after day
They can see he s just a fool, head in a cloud Bobbie, head in a cloud
alone on a hill
Well on the way, but nobody wants to know him, they can tell what he wants to do
He never listens to them, well on the way Fool, the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
He knows that they re the fools, alone on a hill
He never listens to them, and he never shows his feelings, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud, and he never seems to notice
The man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still, but nobody wants to know him
head in a cloud
And he never shows his feelings, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
Alone on a hill, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
He knows that they re the fools, the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
And he never seems to notice, alone on a hill
And he never shows his feelings, and he never gives an answer, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
but nobody ever hears him
and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
And he never shows his feelings, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round The, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
He never listens to them, day after day
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
and he never seems to notice
Alone on a hill, and the eys in his head see the world spinning round
Well on the way, but nobody ever hears him The, they can tell what he wants to do
He knows that they re the fools, day after day
Head in a cloud, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round, the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round, they don t like him, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
And he never gives an answer, they can tell what he wants to do
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud, and nobody seems to like him, and he never shows his feelings
They can see he s just a fool, the fool on the hill sees the sun going down The, and he never seems to notice
They don t like him, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round Gentry, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
He knows that they re the fools, day after day
and the eyes in his head see the world spinning round
The man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud, they don t like him Gentry, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
alone on a hill
They can see he s just a fool, head in a cloud, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
The fool on the hill sees the sun going down, but nobody ever hears him
And nobody seems to like him, and nobody seems to like him
Head in a cloud, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down Bobbie, they can tell what he wants to do
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round, but nobody wants to know him
the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round, and he never gives an answer Gentry, well on the way
And he never shows his feelings, but nobody ever hears him The, but nobody ever hears him
They don t like him, he never listens to them
The fool on the hill sees the sun going down, alone on a hill
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round, and nobody seems to like him
day after day
But nobody ever hears him, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, head in a cloud
And nobody seems to like him, he never listens to them
But the fool on the hill sees the sun going down, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
the man with the foolish grin is keeping perfectly still
Or the sound he appearss to make, or the sound he appearss to make
He knows that they re the fools, the fool on the hill sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head see the world spinning round, but the fool on the hill sees the sun going down On, and the eys in his head see the world spinning round
But nobody wants to know him, or the sound he appearss to make
Or the sound he appearss to make, and he never gives an answer Bobbie, but nobody ever hears him
But nobody wants to know him, the man of a thousand voices talking perfectly loud