| I walk through streets where I’m a stranger
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| Seeking out a new direction
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| Lost in crowds of endless people
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| Who look the same
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| Invisible to the masses
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| A foreigner with no companions
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| Don’t ask why 'cause I’m too tired to explain
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| As I walked I was corner by a man a proud veteran
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| Asking me for some money but I walked on
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| He cried out he was hungry he risked his life for his country
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| But alas I had no money and I walked on
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| And no one noticed at all
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| Someone catch me I’ve got no legs to stand on
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| Hanging over me are paths that I can’t fallow
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| I’m fearless but I’ve found I’m in over my head
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| Reaching out for someone now
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| Well I’m sick of my state and this place I’m out of touch with it
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| I just want something different then what I’m feeling right now
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| So I walk and I wander searching for a sense of amity¨
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| But some things but some things never come
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| Some things never come at all
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| Someone catch me I’ve got no legs to stand on
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| Hanging over me are truths that I can’t swallow
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| I’m fearless but I’ve found I’m in over my head
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| Reaching out for someone now |