You're waking me up from my daydream
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Making me look up from my precious world
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Forcing me to see your point of view
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This broken sidewalk, not so broken as
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The man who likes to walk, jumping all the cracks
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Pushing his old bike, he's sure to smile at you
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I was looking for the quick way home
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But you were happy just to be alone
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Something magic must have caught my eye
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I saw the secret of the man inside
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I saw the secret of the man inside
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It's not the sun-baked brick lines in your skin
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Thick with chain grease, aged and clumsy hands
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It isn't struggled words you fight to say
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Beneath the man-suit, beneath your purple skin
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There is a boy who don¡¯t know that he's a man
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He simply close his eyes and he can fly away
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I was driving in the same old car
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But you were dreaming of a land so far away
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I was looking through my corner eye
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But you were singing with the man inside
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You were singing with the man inside
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Some think they got a lot to offer
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some think they got a lot to give
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Those people think they own this world
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but some people know to truly live
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The Man Inside
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Bebo Norman |