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You're in a car
A pale blue car
Under some sky
Some northern sky
The radio's on
Some music's playing
Fingers are moving
And your lips are singing
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
For even thinking
That's what you are
Still on the road
That's where I see you
Stop at a lay by
And lightly sleeping
The music's playing
So far away now
Your hands aren't moving
So what are they saying
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
For even thinking
That's what you are
You're moving out now
And talking to strangers
They're telling stories
Your eyes say it's easy
They're giving you reasons
To keep on going
Wheels keep on turning
Things keep on selling
And here's your jacket
And here's your cuff links
And here's some letters
And a hundred worthless things
You kept them unhidden
Maybe hoped we'd find them
They lie unopened
For no one to own them
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
I'm a fool
For even thinking
For even thinking
For even thinking
For even thinking
That's what you are
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