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You are the worrying kind, it's not like I'm magicYou've got soul, you've got soulNo nickels, no dimesNothing to show for our time but timeI was wondering aroundWith my eyes on the ground and my head in the cloudWell, this town tears you downSelling it off brick by brick, pound by poundBut let 'em kick down the door'Cause I don't mind keeping them waiting some moreI was wondering aroundWith my eyes on the ground and my head in the cloudOh, come onCome out of the cold and into your ownI was wondering aroundWith my eyes on the ground and my head in the cloud From Letras Mania