| I’m telling you these things that I tell no one else
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| When I’m all alone
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| When I’m by myself
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| And I believe you hear me though I have no proof
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| It’s what I feel inside
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| That’s telling me the truth
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| If I listen and I cannot hear the music
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| If I try to swim the ocean and cannot reach the shore
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| If the world is offered love but doesn’t use it
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| Oh Rosetta, what’s it for?
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| May I call you sister when we talk this way?
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| You make me feel as if there’s nothing I can’t say
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| I know I’m not the first one you’ve brought comfort to
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| And I’m not the last that will look to you
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| If I wander and I cannot find the reason
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| If I keep my heart wide open and cannot feel the sun
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| And I’m not sure anymore what I believe in
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| Oh Rosetta, am I the only one?
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| One day I am walking down a lonely street
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| New York City’s cold, there is no one to meet
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| And at the corner of 57th and 7th Avenue
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| I hear someone sing and I know it’s you
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| If I’m still and I cannot hear the choirs
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| If I try to please the many instead of just the very few
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| Can you hear me through invisible wires?
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| Oh Rosetta, what should I do?
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| If I listen and I cannot hear the music
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| If I swim against the current and lose sight of the shore
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| If the world is offered goodness but doesn’t use it
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| Oh Rosetta, what’s it for? |