Who¡¯s that standing by the window
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I¡¯ve seen that face someplace before
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Now he¡¯s staring at the table
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I wonder if he¡¯s here to score
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If I could grasp a good clear picture
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Like turning on a naked light
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Only then could I relax and feel
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That I was doing something right
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Sights and sounds constantly bombard me
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Sway and move from side to side
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Find it hard to stop and concentrate
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And in the middle of the night
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I say¡¦
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Wish I knew all the ways of the world
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Yes if I only knew
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If I knew all the ways of the world
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There is something I¡¯d do
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Who¡¯s that drowning in the river
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I had this dream one time before
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I quickly dive into the rescue
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And live so happy evermore
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But things they get so complicated
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And your face it fades away
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These are symptoms that I recognize
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So to myself I softly say
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Wish I knew all the ways of the world
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Yes if I only knew
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If I knew all the ways of the world
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There is something I¡¯d do
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Wish I knew all the ways of the world
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Yes if I only knew
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If I knew all the ways of the world
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There is something I¡¯d do
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Ways Of The World
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Colin Hay |