| Being born is a curse
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| Dying young is worse
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| Finding love is the meaning of life
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| And in the land of the freedom, invisible chains
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| You get what you pay for
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| Sometimes you pay twice
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| And you go through the motions
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| Confused and alone
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| And wonder why truth ain’t easy to see
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| And they put you through school
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| And tell you you’re grown
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| And put you to work to buy shit you don’t need
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| What’s the matter with being a loner
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| Even a nobody’s somebody, too
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| Even the bums on the street are just dreamers
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| A face in the crowd no different than you
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| Ooh no different than you
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| Ooh no different than you
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| And if you don’t fit the mold they call you a failure
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| You travel too much and they’ll say that you’re lost
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| And you can take your pick
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| You either came from an ape
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| Or the dad of a magic man up on a cross
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| And loneliness follows
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| It’s always there with you
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| Through marriages, mortgages, sickness, and health
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| And you can fight your whole life to be who you are
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| Then decide if you’d rather be somebody else
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| What’s the matter with being a loner
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| Even a nobody’s somebody, too
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| Even the bums on the street are just dreamers
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| A face in the crowd no different than you
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| Ooh no different than you
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| Ooh no different than you
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| Ooh no different than you |