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• Artiste: Fotheringay
• Titre: Too Much Of Nothing
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Well, too much of nothing Can make a man fell ill at ease One man's temper might start to rise And another man's might freeze And there's a day of long confession We cannot mock the soul But when there's too much of nothing No one has control. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Marian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion. Well, too much of nothing Can make a man abuse his king Well, he can walk down streets and boast like most But it don't mean a thing It's all been done before It's all been written in the book But when there's too much of nothing Nobody should look. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Marian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion. Well, too much of nothing Can make a man abuse his king Well, he can walk down streets and boast like most But it don't mean a thing It's all been done before It's all been written in the book But when there's too much of nothing Nobody should look. Well, too much of nothing Can turn a man into a liar It can cause some man to sleep on nails And another one to eat fire Well, everybody's doin' somethin' I saw it in a dream But when there's too much of nothing It just makes a fellow mean. Say hello to Valerie Say hello to Marian Send them all my salary On the waters of oblivion. Well, too much of nothing Can make a man abuse his king Well, he can walk down streets and boast like most But it don't mean a thing It's all been done before It's all been written in the book But when there's too much of nothing Nobody should look.