| I’ve walked down high streets looking through windows
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| I’ve been lost in crowds of strangers
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| Searched record shops and cosmetic aisles, phone books, want ads,
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| bus stops and libraries
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| Newspaper headlines, mannequin faces, television stations, billboard
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| advertisements
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| Your voice echoes in the back of my mind
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| I see your face when I close my eyes
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| Do you share the same sense of defeat?
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| Have you realized all the things you’ll never be?
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| Ideals turn to resentment, open minds close up with cynicism
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| I’ve got no judgement for you
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| Come on and ache with me
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| Through bar rooms, cafés, jail cells and court rooms
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| Theaters, restaurants, graveyards and churches
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| I’ve spent every dollar that I’ve ever earned
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| I’ll bleed my heart out, I’ll give every word
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| I’ve asked preachers, doctors and lawyers, socialites, pariahs, mothers and
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| fathers
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| You may not find all that you’re after, in the end I hope it doesn’t matter
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| Do you share the same sense of defeat?
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| Have you realized all the things you’ll never be?
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| I’ve got no judgement for you
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| Come on and ache with me |