| who said that I wasn’t right?
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| I’ve lived for years without a life
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| don’t have a soul on my side
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| still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried
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| don’t take me under your wing
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| I don’t need a hand, don’t need anything
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| I’ve got a roof over my head
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| as if I’d rather be alone with me instead
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| close yet far
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| drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are
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| and I’ll tip my hat to those who can’t believe it’s me no I never never never ever wanted this to be
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| I can hear the sounds of the city
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| sunrise and set are the same to me
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| a hesitating pulse is good company
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| and my reflection offers no apology
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| but who said that I wasn’t right?
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| and I’ve lived for years without a life
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| don’t have a soul on my side
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| still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried
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| close yet far
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| drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are
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| and I’ll tip my hat to those who can’t believe it’s me and I never never never ever wanted this to be close yet far
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| drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are
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| and I’ll think of the days when there was something to believe
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| and I never never never ever wanted this to be |