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Somebody said...Where's the music goin'
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Somebody said...It's gone
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Somebody said...With this bad wind a blowin'
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Will the music keep a rolling on
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I had to ask myself
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WHy it's makin' me
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A minstrel man from cradle to grave
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Should there be somewhere else
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It could be takin' me
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As it rolls on over like a wave
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Somebody said...We got to find the words
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Got to, got to be an answer there
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Somebody said that...You never get heard
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'Cause nobody really cares
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Do your feet just dance
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Where the waves begin
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Stop thinkin' as you're sinkin' below
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Or do you take this chance to sail on the wind
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When so many in the water chose to row
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Some may curse the crippled
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Some try to hide the hurt
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Some they hate the hungry
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But who's dying down there in the dirt
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Somebody said...Has the man enlightened us
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Somebody said...Who knows
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And then the little boys said...Well I may be frightened
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But the Emperor has got no clothes
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As the passion dies
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But the beat goes on
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The conductor got us singing his song
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He's been feedin' these lies
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That we've been feasting upon
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But now we've been at the banquet too long
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Somebody said...Where are the dreamers
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Somebody said...Dead
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Somebody said...Here comes the holy rollers
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Tryin' to sell us all the screamers instead
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Since we were once deceived
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When we received the call
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Now the cynics are the prophets of the day
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And now the weak ones grieve
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As the strong ones fall
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And the rest of us have nothing to say
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Some suffer in silent sadness
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Some come to worship pain
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Some just welcome madness
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But you can't come in from the rain
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Somebody said
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Somebody said
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Somebody Said
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Harry Chapin |