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Who said that i wasn't right? |
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I've lived for years without a life |
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don't have a soul on my side |
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still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried |
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don't take me under your wing |
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I don't need a hand, don't need anything |
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I've got a roof over my head |
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as if I'd rather be alone with me instead |
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close yet far |
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drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are |
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and I'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me |
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though I never never never ever wanted this to be |
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I can hear the sounds of the city |
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sunrise and set are the same to me |
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a hesitating pulse is good company |
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and my reflection offers no apology |
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but who said that I wasn't right? |
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I've lived for years without a life |
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don't have a soul on my side |
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still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried |
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close yet far |
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drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are |
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and I'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me |
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though I never never never ever wanted this to be |
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close yet far |
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drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are |
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I'll think of days when there was something to believe |
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though I never never never ever wanted this to be |