| You’re so silent that you’re gray
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| You’re a walking shade they say
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| Still, beneath that self-detest
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| There’s a true heart in your chest
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| Should it feel like you’re standing someplace
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| Where you just don’t belong
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| And the waiting is painfully long
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| Should it feel like this world won’t see things
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| Quite the way that you do
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| If you’re lonely then here’s one for you
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| Underdog
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| Always siding with the few
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| Just as naive as you
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| Turning deeper yet within
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| On the outside looking in
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| Should it feel like you’re standing someplace
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| Where you just don’t belong
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| And the waiting is painfully long
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| Should it feel like this world won’t see things
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| Quite the way that you do
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| If you’re lonely then here’s one for you
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| Underdog
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| Insecure and withdrawn
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| Someday weak becomes strong
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| Stay unfigned and your time will come, you’ll see
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| Some might demean you
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| But their respect you just don’t need |