| Always in the way, I think I’ve had enough of this
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| Why is everyone so cold and lonely?
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| Here I go again, I’ll try releting to the selfishly absurd
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| Take me for a ride and leave me somewhere I can live
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| Without feeling everybody’s sorrow
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| I want to feel the numbness that surrounds most of our hearts
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| To feel like I am normal while ripping lives apart
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| Somewhere on the way to degradation
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| I met a man who put me in my place
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| He said,"You will not see me You’ll know the truth when you hear this trumpet play"
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| Doctor can you give me something for my state of mind?
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| If we’re all on the same pill it’s alright
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| 'Sorry son you’ll have to walk this bridge without a crutch
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| We’re out of medication, the world is out of love"
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| Just then I heard something from the distance
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| The trumpet player sitting on the hill
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| He said «I really do not have an answer now»
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| Then vanished standing still
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| In the face on everyone I saw a little madness
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| And decided not to be part of that scene
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| The only way it seemed
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| Always on the wrong side of affection
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| We step on heads to get mere than we need
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| Never understanding the afterglow
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| The reflection of our greed |