| He don’t walk along with anybody
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| He’s just walking with himself
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| And she don’t stop to talk to anybody
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| She’s just talking to her own self
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| And you don’t right or wrong for anybody
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| You just put it on your shelf
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| 'Cause I don’t get along with anybody
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| I just get on by myself, myself
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| We are so far in time
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| To be all apart
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| I could talk a lot of hot talk at a pot luck with my peers
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| But the walls at home make up the right tone
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| Quiet tendency
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| A little ant hill go down the landfill
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| It’s a symbol of the age
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| Where the dying art be the sum of the parts
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| And apart is where we stay
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| I say
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| We are so far in time
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| To be all apart, to be all untied
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| From each other
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| Oh yeah, we are so far in time
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| He be living by himself
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| She’s alone up in her head
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| And they alive or are they dead
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| Just by themselves
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| All by them selves
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| I don’t walk along with anybody
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| And I don’t stop to talk to anybody
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| And I don’t right or wrong for anybody
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| Not for anybody, not for anybody, not for anybody
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| But myself
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| We are
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| We are
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| We are
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| We are
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| We are so far in time
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| To be all apart, to be all untied
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| From each other, each other
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| Oh yeah, we are so far in time
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| Far in time |