| Every morning when the people are out
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| And I’m free move around on my own
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| I look into the sun and I see a reflection
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| Of a sad and lonely shriveled man
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| That’s me, that’s me
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| And I know it’s how I’m always going to be
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| Nothing to do
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| Nothing to say
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| Nothing to hope
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| And nothing to pray
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| I can’t see
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| I can’t feel
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| I’ve forgotten what I’m meant to be
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| Won’t come back
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| Not if I try
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| They told me things about me
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| That I didn’t know
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| But I could tell they’ve told me lies
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| And it really goes to show
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| That everyone was wrong and
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| They don’t understand my ways
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| But it’s not me that’s going wrong
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| It’s them
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| I can’t see
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| I can’t feel
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| I’ve forgotten what I’m meant to be
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| Won’t come back
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| Not if I try
|
| They told me things about me
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| That I didn’t know
|
| But I could tell they’ve told me lies
|
| And it really goes to show
|
| That everyone was wrong and
|
| They don’t understand my ways
|
| But it’s not me that’s going wrong
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| It’s them
|
| Every morning when the people are out
|
| And I’m free move around my own
|
| I look into the sun and I see a reflection
|
| Of a sad and lonely shriveled man
|
| That’s me, that’s me
|
| And I know it’s how I’m always going to be
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| That’s me, that’s me
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| And I know it’s how I’m always going to be
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| Shriveled old man
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| Who hides from words
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| He’s never seen the light
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| That can set him free
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| His vicious life
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| Is such a shame
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| I want to find out who’s to blame
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| That’s me, that’s me, that’s me
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| Set me free |