| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people
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| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin'
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| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people
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| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin', smilin'
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| Wake in the mornin', look out of my window
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| Down on the street as the people pass by
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| Wonderful faces, awake but asleep
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| Rushing around with appointments to keep
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| Rushing around with appointments to keep
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| Bald-headded banker, with bowler on head
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| Credit for debit still in the red
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| School girl in pigtails and freckly nose
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| Tryin' to remember her latin prose
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| Tryin' to remember her latin prose
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| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people
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| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin'
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| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people
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| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin', smilin'
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| Open up your eyes, open up your eyes
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| Open up your eyes, open up your eyes
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| Isn’t it surprisin' what you’ll find?
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| Open up your eyes, open up your eyes
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| What are they thinkin'? |
| What’s on their minds?
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| Are they all lookin' for somethin' to find?
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| Decreasin' circles, running around
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| Searchin' for somethin' they’ve already found
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| Searchin' for somethin' they’ve already found
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| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people
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| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin'
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| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people
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| Wouldn’t it be nice if they were always smilin'
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| Open up your eyes, lookin' at the people |