| People talk about me
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| Like I’m not even there
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| I try to seem familiar
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| I try to be unaware, but the feeling sticks
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| Like the glue that binds us
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| I think it’s starting to tear
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| People talk about me
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| Like I’m not even there
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| People talk like they’ve got something to say
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| But they don’t
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| They’re only getting in my way
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| People talk about me
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| They like to stop and stare
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| They try to say I’m a loser
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| I try to say I don’t care, but the feeling sucks
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| Don’t pretend like you’re better
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| You feel it deep inside
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| People talk about me
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| Like they’ve got nothing to hide
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| People talk like they’ve got something to say
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| But they don’t
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| They’re only getting in my way
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| People talk |