| In the morning on the train
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| You sit and stare out at the rain
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| Or bury yourself in your books
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| Don’t look at no strangers
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| No, don’t give them any looks
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| But you ask yourself why you’re so afraid
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| Why you hesitate when someone asks your name
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| Like they’ll come too close if you tell them the truth
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| Who’s to say they want something from you
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| But you’re just a shell of your former you
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| That stranger in the mirror
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| Oh, that’s you
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| Why do you look so blue?
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| And the only man you ever loved
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| Who you thought was gonna marry you
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| Died in a car accident when he was only 22
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| Then you just decided love wasn’t for you
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| And every year since then
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| Has proved it to be true
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| Now you’re just a shell of your former you
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| That stranger in the mirror
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| Oh, that’s you
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| Why do you look so blue?
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| Maybe tomorrow you will make a change
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| Maybe someday soon you will find the strength
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| But you’re just a shell of your former you
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| That stranger in the mirror
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| Oh, that’s you
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| Why do you look so blue? |