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There are those who understand

That long before this all began

A hammer hit the nail with great sympathy

A clothespin hanging on the line

The cork that bottles up your wine

Strings that bowed in concert, make a symphony

And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things

And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things

There are those who know to look

Through all the crannies and the nooks

When I found you dear, what it meant to me

Book to shelf, and foot to shoe

And likewise I belong to you

My heart is pounding loud, just like a timpani

And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things

And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things

And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh…

Oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things

And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things

And oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things

And oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh…

Oh oh, the ancient commonsense of things

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