| I am haunted
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| By a thought I can’t explain
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| It’s all different
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| But the world still looks the same
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| I see them walking around on a sunny day
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| I feel alone in the crowd wearing winter grey
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| There’s been changes
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| Nothing’s as it used to be I used to be
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| No-one listens
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| And they don’t appear to see
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| The life I have isn’t one I would ever choose
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| The look on everyone’s face seems to say «J'accuse»
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| The dying sun is sinking low
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| I’m clinging to the afterglow
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| And evening shade comes creeping slow
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| But I’ve got nowhere else to go
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| There’s a stillness
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| A sense of unreality
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| I’m in mourning
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| For the man I used to be
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| The place I’m in is not my own
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| But this is all I’ve ever known
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| I face the evening shade alone
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| I am haunted
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| By a thought I can’t explain
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| It’s all different
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| But the world still looks the same
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| It looks the same |