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somebody said
Somebody said...Where's the music goin' Somebody said...It's gone Somebody said...With this bad wind a blowin' Will the music keep a rolling on I had to ask myself Why it's makin' me A minstrel man from cradle to grave Should there be somewhere else It could be takin' me As it rolls on over like a wave  Somebody said...We got to find the words Got to, got to be an answer there Somebody said that...You never get heard 'Cause nobody really cares Do your feet just dance Where the waves begin Stop thinkin' as you're sinkin' below Or do you take this chance to sail on the wind When so many in the water chose to row  Some may curse the crippled Some try to hide the hurt Some they hate the hungry But who's dying down there in the dirt  Somebody said...Has the man enlightened us Somebody said...Who knows And then the little boys said...Well I may be frightened But the Emperor has got no clothes As the passion dies But the beat goes on The conductor got us singing his song He's been feedin' these lies That we've been feasting upon But now we've been at the banquet too long  Somebody said...Where are the dreamers Somebody said...Dead Somebody said...Here comes the holy rollers Tryin' to sell us all the screamers instead Since we were once deceived When we received the call Now the cynics are the prophets of the day And now the weak ones grieve As the strong ones fall And the rest of us have nothing to say Some suffer in silent sadness Some come to worship pain Some just welcome madness But you can't come in from the rain  Somebody said Somebody said