| Left in the cafe, he sits all alone
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| This person with hopes that are so like my own
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| And nobody tells him as he’s sitting there
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| He’s dead long ago and nobody cares
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| Disgusted, demented, disillusioned, deranged
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| Mixed up, frustrated, you, youth
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| But I see a strange look on that face that’s uncleaned
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| Its white bloodless color, now dull, once gleamed
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| And I know where I’ve seen that expression before
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| He’s stood in the place where my feet touch the ground
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| The clock strikes 6 as I drink the last drop
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| Of the tea that’s been sitting for hours in my cup
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| I think where to go now, the town has gone dead
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| And I realize I’m living this death
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| Disgusted, demented, disillusioned, deranged
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| Mixed up, frustrated, you, youth |