| He’s disappearing, one limb at a time
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| Nobody bothers or blinks
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| See him through keyholes, a victim of crime
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| As his reputation shrinks
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| A wife and three children he kissed by the door
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| A telephone call when he left
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| Now he’s betrayed by the one that he trusts
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| That old faithful kiss of death
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| He’s Mister Nobody
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| He doesn’t see that his moment won’t last
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| Oh, Mister Nobody
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| Soon he’ll be slipping on into the past
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| He’s from an old world of train tracks and tramps
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| Damsels and villainous grins
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| Old shaky ladders and kerosene lamps
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| Romance and violins
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| Now he’s a relic, a fading antique
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| A sad and embarrassing fool
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| Lost his last chance when they started to speak
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| And broke all the rules, so throw out the weak
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| We’ll have to be cruel and hope that he disappears
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| He’s Mister Nobody
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| He doesn’t see that his moment won’t last
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| Oh, Mister Nobody
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| Soon he’ll be slipping on into the past
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| So throw out the weak
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| We’ll have to be cruel and hope that he disappears |