Bubling with Joy.
Oh Mr. Reed, do you think I didn't noticeI could see, that you had both feet not quite on the groundOh Mre. Reed, do you think I didn't see youCrying in the foywer, after midnight, by the telephone boothMen, trapped in their own webMen, with power but no friendsMen who make demands with the future in their handsAre fragile, I know I knowOh Mr. Reed, Why did you start to look awayI was asking a very important question abour your lifeOh Mr. Reed, you know I'm trying to explain,That there's something, about you, I quite likeMen trapped in their own webMen with power but no friendsMen locked in their own headMen so easily leadOh Mre. Reed... (Instrumental)Oh Mr. Reed, I'm trying to explaing,That there's something about you I quite likeMen, never knowMen, their egos showMen, just can't let goMen, and the seed they sow
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Oh Mr. Reed, do you think I didn't notice
ReplyDeleteI could see, that you had both feet not quite on the ground
Oh Mre. Reed, do you think I didn't see you
Crying in the foywer, after midnight, by the telephone booth
Men, trapped in their own web
Men, with power but no friends
Men who make demands with the future in their hands
Are fragile, I know I know
Oh Mr. Reed, Why did you start to look away
I was asking a very important question abour your life
Oh Mr. Reed, you know I'm trying to explain,
That there's something, about you, I quite like
Men trapped in their own web
Men with power but no friends
Men locked in their own head
Men so easily lead
Oh Mre. Reed... (Instrumental)
Oh Mr. Reed, I'm trying to explaing,
That there's something about you I quite like
Men, never know
Men, their egos show
Men, just can't let go
Men, and the seed they sow
merci
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