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I've just had a dream that I never will forget, |
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And I wish I could erase. |
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I was standing on the street with a whole crowd of people |
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And no one knew my name. |
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And I was just another face |
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No one looked at me or touched me |
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Spoke to or acknowledged me. |
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I had no identity or individuality |
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No thoughts of my own, no mind or personality. |
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I was just a no one, a total nonentity |
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I'm just a number waiting to be called. |
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It is time for confessing it all, |
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I'm just another face, |
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Yes, it's time for confessing it all. |
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Been a cheat, been a crook, |
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Never gave I always took. |
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Crushed people to acquire |
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Anything that I desired. |
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Been deceitful and a liar |
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Now I'm facing Hell Fire. |
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I can't believe that my time has come |
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For confessing all the evil |
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And the wrong that I've done. |
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The reckoning's come |
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And now I'm just a no one. |
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I confess to the timid and the meek |
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To the cripples and the beggars |
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And the tramps in the street. |
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I confess my cruelty, my ego and conceit, |
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I've opened up my body and looked inside |
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And I'm everything that I once despised. |
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I confess for the thieves, |
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The affected and deranged, |
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I confess for the muggers and incurably insane, |
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I confess to the ugly for being vain, |
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I confess to those I hurt for causing them pain. |
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I'm just a number |
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Waiting to be called |
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And it's time for confessing it all, |
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And I'm just another face, |
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And it is time for confessing It all, |
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Yes, it's time for confessing it all, |
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Yes, it's time for confessing it all. |
