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I wrote myself a letter |
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Wrapped it up in plastic |
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Put it in a whole in the ground |
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Hoping some years later |
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I might stumble on it |
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A grand old man if I'm still around |
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In the subways |
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In the underground |
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Every face it just looks the same |
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Somewhere out there |
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There's someone like me |
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Somewhere out there |
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There's someone like me |
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I hear you in the wires |
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Deep inside the wall |
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I'm waiting to receive the call |
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Searching for a shadow |
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Growing ever dimmer |
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Pull my image from the mirror |
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In the subways |
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In the underground |
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Every face it just looks the same |
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Somewhere out there |
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There's someone like me |
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Somewhere out there |
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There's someone like me |
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And I wish something, I wish someone, |
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Could beam me up, beam me up |
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Past the sattelites |
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My body's left on the ground |
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Sleeping as I find you |
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Somewhere out there |
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There's someone like me |
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Somewhere out there |
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There's someone like me |
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Someone out there |
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There's someone like me |
