| When the curtains close
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| The people go home and the lights get low
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| I slip into my coat and venture into the unknown
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| I walk a lonely road
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| Where people duck down when the cold winds blow
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| And no one seems to know
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| The folks that they pass as they go
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| Maybe I’m the truth, maybe I’m a cheat
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| Maybe I’m that dude that you saw on the street
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| Standing in a waiting line, maybe I’m just wasting time
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| Maybe I’m a sinner, maybe I’m a saint
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| Maybe I’m that dude that you saw down the way
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| Standing in a waiting line, maybe I’m just wasting time
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| Sometimes its like this city is a beast
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| Looking up from down below, when I’m walking on the streets
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| And the people that I meet, never look me in the eye
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| They’re too busy with the bills and they lack the nine to fives
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| I just crack a little smile, tip my hat and then I pass
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| Been practicing a while, I’m a master at the craft
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| And I’m guessing so are you, but it doesn’t make a difference
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| The city got us cramped up and the city makes us distant
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| Just another misfit, robbed of his ambeardion
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| Falling off the radar, drifting off into the distance
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| Always on some mission, always searching for a purpose
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| Whatever he does, feel like he’s scratching on the surface
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| He just keeps trying
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| Trying to squeeze a diamond from a lump of coal
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| People walking by him
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| Stare out at the silence cause they don’t know
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| So in my solitude I sit, just like lady day once sat
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| And the beard is in the place, where my baby-face was at
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| Looking back on all the days, through my aviator frames
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| All the characters are different, but the play remains the same
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| Ain’t it strange, like my brother Daniel taught me
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| We’re all born originals, but end up like copies
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| And all of the monotony got me feeling kind of stream lined
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| Just another drone, buzz-buzzing in the bee hive
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| Working for a queen who is getting senile
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| Treating everyone like shit and expecting a free ride
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| From all us little average joes, soldiers of the status quo
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| Living in the shadow of a city full of bad, it’s so |