| He went to visit an old, old friend
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| And it was long, long overdue
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| And though they stayed up very late
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| They never talked out of turn or tune
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| And every time they’d say goodbye
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| Well he’d just stay another while
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| They started from a distant place
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| And were so happy face to face
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| The one who left wanted everything
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| The one who stayed never wanted more
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| It’s not your choice, it’s how you’re built
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| It’s in a blueprint of your soul
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| The one who left, he dropped his smile
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| And they sat quiet for a while
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| Then the one who stayed began to speak
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| And in his words, he answered why
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| I’m just another drop in the bucket
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| I’m just another song on a jukebox
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| I’m just another face in the crowd
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| Another fish in the sea
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| Something to being one of the many
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| Something to being one in the masses
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| Something to being surrounded by others
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| And not alone by yourself
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| I never wanted the bright lights in my eyes, I’m much too quiet
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| I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me
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| Oh no, but…
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| Something to being one of the many
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| Something to being one in the masses
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| Something to being surrounded by others
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| And not alone by yourself
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| The one who left he knew it then
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| And he would never doubt again
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| He loved this life, he loved his friend
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| But he’d keep running 'til the end
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| All words they said hovered above
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| All of the pain, all of the love
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| They hugged goodbye
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| And in his room, he sang real quiet to the moon
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| Something to being one of the many
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| Who get to sing the songs on the jukebox
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| Who get to stay awake all night
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| And dream half of the day
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| Something to waking up in a new town
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| Something to singing songs to a new crowd
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| Something to being surrounded by others
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| And not alone by yourself
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| I never wanted the bright lights in my eyes, I’m much too quiet
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| I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me
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| Oh no, but…
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| Something to being one of the many
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| Who get to sing the songs on the jukebox
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| Who get to stay awake all night
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| And dream half of the day
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| Then wake up in a new town
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| Just another face in the crowd |