| Back then
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| The men would look and smile at me
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| Like boys applying for a summer job
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| But no, I never would respond
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| The vacancy was taken
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| Back home
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| My love would whisper in my ear
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| Those words, a shelter for a troubled soul
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| That voice, like sunshine when you’re cold
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| Like water when you’re thirsty
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| And then one morning he was gone
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| A day went by and he was gone
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| A month went by and I would
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| Stand by the window
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| Holding the baby
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| Shaking with fear
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| Then one day I heard it
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| As real as the sun
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| That voice in my ear
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| That’s when I realized it
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| He was invisible
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| Like a magic trick
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| Like a miracle
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| I don’t know how he did it
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| He was gone but he still was there
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| But totally invisible
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| But don’t get me wrong
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| He was tangible
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| But invisible
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| Like gravity
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| Or the air
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| They said I had to take a little rest
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| Someplace where they could keep an eye on me
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| Despite the bars across the window
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| My room was pretty sunny
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| Those days were mumbles in a sleeping ear
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| The hallways always smelled like chicken soup
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| Most of the doctors were polite
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| The nuns were nice and… nunny
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| You eat your lunch, a year is gone
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| You go to bed, ten years are gone
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| Then you wake up and wonder
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| Where is it hiding?
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| Where did it go?
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| I don’t understand
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| The life I had wanted
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| The life I was promised
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| The life I had planned?
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| Then I realized it
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| It was invisible
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| That entire life
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| Was invisible
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| Because somebody
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| Misplaced it
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| So it had to be somewhere
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| Just out of reach
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| Just out of sight
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| There’s a couple dancing in candlelight
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| No gravity, we’re spinning in the air
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| Now things are pretty much the same as how they
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| Used to be
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| The young men still are smiling
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| They just never smile at me
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| At first I thought they might be blind
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| Like love or gravity
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| But then I realized
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| I picked it up
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| I’ve got the gift
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| I feel like supergirl
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| I’ve become invisible
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| I’m a magic trick
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| Isn’t it wonderful?
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| Like a character in a comic book
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| I can see what you’re thinking
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| But I don’t care
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| So if you’re on an empty street
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| And you hear the tapping of high-heeled feet
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| Or you hear a heart like a phantom beat
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| Or the screams of a woman left incomplete
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| Well, don’t fear what you can’t see
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| The odds are good that it’s only me
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| I’m invisible
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| I’ve vanished
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| In…
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| Thin…
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| Tada |