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Come over to my garden |
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Let's listen to the trees |
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Swaying to the rhythm |
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Set up by the breeze |
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I'd like to play you new songs |
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That I wrote on my knees |
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And if you'd like to live here |
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Then we can cut some keys |
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The clothes you wore you had to change |
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For you were getting bored |
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In studied rags do slip straps show |
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Now you can't be ignored |
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Mr. Twentieth Century Man |
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You don't have to pretend |
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That everything won't end |
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Mr. Twentieth Century Man |
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Say goodbye to your shoes |
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Turn off the news |
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Mr. Twentieth Century Man, it's over |
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Who'll miss the Twentieth Century Man? |
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Haven't I been lucky? |
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I've been allowed to sing |
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Fooled them when they bought me |
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I didn't sell a thing! |
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I want to make you happy |
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I want this song to bring |
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All the love in this world |
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The last tulips of Spring |
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A way to live, a way to go |
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These things I can not find |
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But when I think I'm all played out |
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A song will come to mind |
