| Once in awhile we might pass on the street
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| We nod we smile and we shuffle our feet
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| Making small talk standing face to face
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| Hands in our pockets cause we feel so out of place
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| Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar
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| We feel a little lost cause we’ve drifted away so far
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| Hoping to find the right words to say
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| We joke a little and then go on our way
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| We are so out of touch yeah
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| We are so out of touch yeah
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| La La La
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| La la la la
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| We speak in past tense and talk about the weather
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| Half broken sentences we try to piece together
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| I ask about an old friend that we both used to know
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| You said you heard he took his life about five years ago
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| We may pass each other on the interstate
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| We honk and cross over to the other lane
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| Everybody’s going somewhere everybody’s inside
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| Hundreds of cars hundreds of private lives
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| We are so out of touch yeah
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| La La La
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| La la la la |