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Day after day alone on the hill

The man with the foolish grin

Is keeping perfectly still

But nobody wants to know him

They can see that he's just a fool

And he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill

Sees the sun going down

And the eyes in his head

See the world spinning round

Well on his way his head in a cloud

The man of a thousand voices

Talking percetly loud

But nobody ever hears him

Or the sound he appears to make

And he never seems to notice

But the fool on the hill

Sees the sun going down

And the eyes in his head

See the world spinning round

Well on his way, his head in a cloud

The man of a thousand voices

Talking perfectly loud

But nobody ever hears him

Or the sounds he appears to make

And he never seems to notice

But the fool on the hill

Sees the sun going down

And the eyes in his head

See the world spinning round

And round and round