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Who do you call on when you have no one |
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Who do you call on when you have no one |
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This might not be nice to say |
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But I'll say it anyway |
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When you have no one |
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You are no one |
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I used to work at the people pound |
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I used to watch them line up |
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Some sleeping on the ground |
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Their diabetic bellies |
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Gleaming fat and round |
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When you have no one |
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You are no one |
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Like I said |
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I used to work at the people pound |
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All these no ones clumped together |
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Just like a human lost and found |
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If they let them all be someones |
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There wouldn't be enough to go around |
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It's better for us all if they are no ones |
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And I knew a lot of no ones 'round that time |
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They used to all be someones |
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Until something took their life |
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And all their someones disappeared |
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While they're stuck waiting in a line |
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And for them now no one seems to have the time |
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I knew someone who had a disease |
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And it took away all that mattered |
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His brain and dignity |
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And I tried my best to fight it off |
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To try to set him free |
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Now that someone is no one to me |
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Who do you call on when you have no one |
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Who do you call on when you have no one |
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This might not be nice to say |
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But I'll say it anyways |
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When you have no one |
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You are no one |
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And it takes no one |
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To know one |
