So many people try to analyse
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Try to understand
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Some people laugh and denigrate
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Dismiss him out of hand
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I have lived in wonder
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At his ramblin’ and his doings
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Just for one day I’d like to walk amongst his ruins
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Some take him seriously and never got the joke
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And never see the truth in all the fun he pokes
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Since I was a boy and heard the strange crooning
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And just for one day I’d like to walk amongst his ruins
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Painful things laid bare with a simple turn of phrase
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Like a faithful friend you’ve never met
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You’ve known him all your days
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Sometimes as I drive along
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He grates on my ears
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Other times he catches me
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Reduces me to tears
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Yes I have lived in wonder at his ramblings and his doings
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Just for one day I’d like to walk amongst his ruins
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Such a naughty, naughty boy
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As boys often are
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Although he so elusive
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He’s never very far
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Last time I saw him I can’t remember what I was doing
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Just recall thinking what a brilliant ruin
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Walk Amongst His Ruins
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| Colin Hay |
