Some of your neighbors will
invite it right in,
Maybe it's a lie, even if
it's a sin,
They'll repeat the rumor again.
Close your eyes, hang down
your head
Until the fog blows away,
let it roll away.
Open up your arms and feel
the good,
It's a-comin', a brand new day, hmm hmm.
Big men, little men turned
into dust,
Maybe it was all in fun, they
didn't mean to ruin no one.
Could there be someone, someone
here among this crowd
Who's been accused, had his
name so misused
And his privacy refused ?
Close your eyes, hang your
head
Until the fog blows away,
let it roll away,
Open up your arms and feel
the good,
It's a-comin', a brand new
day,
Hmm.. no, no, no.
Now all you vigilantes wanna
make a move,
Maybe they won't, you know
I sure hope they don't.
For whether this rumor proves
true or false,
You can forgive or you can
regret,
But he will never ever forget.
Close your eyes, hang down
your head,
Until the fog blows away,
let it roll away.
Open up your arms and feel
the good,
It's a-comin', a brand new
day,
Hmm, la la la la la,
Oh oh la la la la la.
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