| Did you ever have the feeling
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| You’re the only person living in the world
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| And people that you see
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| Are one-dimensional and never there at all
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| Even just the commonplace
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| Warm familiar greetings are a lie
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| Their voices and their faces are as empty
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| As the space beyond the sky
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| Marilyn is walking with her scarf
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| Around her head against the rain
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| The doorways and the shops fill up with people
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| And it’s pouring down again
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| A man with an umbrella seems to see her
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| But he turns and looks away
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| And nothing really matters 'cause there’s
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| Nothing that she wants to do or say
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| In the real and unreal
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| In the real and unreal
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| As she puts the key inside the door
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| She’s just an ordinary girl
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| Did you ever have the feeling
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| You’re the only person living in the world
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| In the real and unreal
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| In the real and unreal
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| Tomorrow comes around
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| And yet she doesn’t feel a part of it all
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| Did you ever have the feeling
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| You’re the only person living in the world
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| Only person living in the world
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| Only person living in the world |