Fool On the Hill

Day after day
 Alone on a 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
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 Well, on the way
 His head in a cloud
 The man of a thousand voices
 Is talking perfectly 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
 Spinning round
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 And nobody seems to like him
 They can tell what he wants to do
 And he never shows his feelings
 But the fool on the hill
 Sees the sun going down
 And the eyes in his head
 See the world, see the world spinning round
 Spinning round