| Alone in the room, tv on
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| Like the white screen his life's gone
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| A moving shell, a wandering ghost
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| A shadow of a man who nobody knows
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| He hardly speaks when you say his name
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| He's just embarrassed to say
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| Anything to anyone
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| In his mind there's no way out
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| He said he wants to die
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| He wonders how anyone survives
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| Being overlooked and trite
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| As seasons change
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| And trees grow bare
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| His reflection's a stranger
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| Back it won't stare
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| It's like everybody else
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| Just too busy for his simple self
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| He walks 13 blocks to the city's cross
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| Puts dust on his knees
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| Prays for a god that doesn't leave
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| It's lonely here in hell
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| He prays to be somebody else
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| In his mind there's no way out
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| He said he wants to die
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| He wonders how anyone survives
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| Being overlooked and trite
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| He said he wants to die
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| He wonders how anyone survives
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| Being overlooked and trite
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| In the sand he sinks to his knees
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| Mobile world around, just out of reach
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| Tears rolling down his cheeks
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| He has to believe, believe in himself
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| Put up, hold out
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| Break down, scream loud
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| Wave fists, and shout
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| It's done
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| It's done
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| Now stand tall, prove all
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| Push on, now you see
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| It's your life, It's your fight
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| Live free, don't hide
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| You've got to believe |