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There are those who understand |
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That long before this all began |
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A hammer hit the nail with great sympathy |
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A clothespin hanging on the line |
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The cork that bottles up your wine |
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Strings that bowed in concert, make a symphony |
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And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things |
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And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things |
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There are those who know to look |
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Through all the crannies and the nooks |
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When I found you dear, what it meant to me |
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Book to shelf, and foot to shoe |
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And likewise I belong to you |
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My heart is pounding loud, just like a timpani |
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And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things |
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And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things |
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And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh... |
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Oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things |
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And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things |
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And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things |
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And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh... |
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Oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things |
