| I am just someone
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| Someone walking by.
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| You’ve seen me in the crowd,
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| I’m the one who looks like anyone.
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| She is just someone, someone walking by.
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| You’ve seen her in the crowd,
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| She’s the one who looks like anyone.
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| We are the invisible ones
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| But we are not the only ones.
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| I am just someone,
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| Someone I don’t know
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| And I don’t wan’t to know
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| Because I’m uninteresting.
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| She is just someone,
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| Someone I don’t know
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| But I would like to know
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| Because she seems interesting.
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| Still we are the invisible ones
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| But we are not the only ones
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| We’re like the black man from a foreign land
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| who plays insruments on the street.
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| Or the little girl in her own small world
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| who wants to be an astronaut.
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| Or the strange guy in the dirty tie
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| and with a suit that smells like shit.
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| Or the old lady that just said to me
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| that I’m going straight to hell.
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| Because Jesus said that you should never swear
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| and I don’t recall hearing that.
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| We’re like the highschool dropouts cleaning bathroom floors
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| in concrete buildings filled with people that are invisible.
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| And all their spouses and all their kids
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| and all their mothers and fathers and all of their friends
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| She is just someone,
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| someone walking by
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| But I’ve seen her in the crowd
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| she’s the one who stands out. |