 Lately when Iґm in my room all by myself,
in this solitary gloom I call to myself:
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,
love never made a fool of you. You used to be too wise.
Hey there, you on that high-flying cloud,
though he wonґt throw a crumb to you, you think some day heґll come to you.
Better forget him, him with his nose in the air.
He's got you dancing on a string. Break it and he wonґt care.
Wonґt you take this advice I hand you like a mother?
Or are you not seeing things too clear?
Are you too much in love to hear?
Is it all goinґ in one ear and out the other?
And out the other?
Hey there, you with the stars in your eyes,
Are you talkin' to me?
love never made a fool of you.
Not until now.
You used to be so wise.
Oh, that was a long time ago.
Hey there,
What?
you on that high-flyin' cloud,
though he wonґt throw a crumb to you,
you think some day heґs gonna come to you.
Woah, better forget him.
Forget him.
He's got his nose in the air.
He's got his nose in the air.
He'll have you dancing on a string.
A puppet on a string.
Break it and he wonґt care.
He won't care for you.
Won't you take this advice I hand you like a mother?
Or are you not seeinґ things too clear?
Are you just too far gone to hear?
Is it all goinґ in one ear and out the other?
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