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[LEADING PLAYER]<br>
Well I'll sing you the story of a sorrowful lad<br>
Had everything he wanted, didn't want what he had<br>
He had wealth and pelf and fame and name and all of <br>
That noise<br>
But he didn't have none of those simple joys<br>
His life seemed purposeless and flat<br>
Aren't you glad you don't feel like that?<br>
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So he ran from all the deeds he'd done, he ran<br>
Things he'd just begun<br>
He ran from himself, now that's mighty far to run<br>
Out into the country where he played as a boy<br>
He knew he had to find him some simple joys<br>
He wanted someplace warm and green<br>
We all could use a change of scene<br>
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Sweet summer evenings, hot wine and bread<br>
Sharing your supper, sharing your bed<br>
Simple joys have a simple voice:<br>
It says why not go ahead?<br>
Wouldn't you rather be a left-handed flea<br>
A crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea<br>
Than a man who never learns how to be free<br>
Not 'til he's underground<br>
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Sweet summer evenings, sapphire skies<br>
Feasting her belly<br>
Feasting her eyes<br>
Simple joys have a simple voice:<br>
It says time's a living prize<br>
And wouldn't you <br>
Rather be a left-handed flea<br>
A crab on a slab at the bottom of the sea<br>
A newt on the root of a banyan tree<br>
Or a fig on a twig in Galilee<br>
Than a man who never learns how to be free<br>
Not till the day<br>
Not till the day<br>
Not till the day<br>
Not till the day dies!<br>
na na na na na na na na na na <br>
na na na na na na na na na na<br>
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