| Many human beings I meet in the city
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| Seem so busy and self-absorbed
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| They look down on the street, their faces do not tell me
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| What they think or even what they feel
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| I walk through the streets and wonder why they seem
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| So distant and all alone
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| Is it easier that way and can they handle their day
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| Without sharing what’s going on
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| They walk and talk and they eat their meals
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| As fast as they can cause work is waiting again
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| They hurry and worry all day long
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| Until they finally go to sleep
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| I sit down on a bench, observe the passing people
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| How they move, how they act all weird
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| They can’t let loose, need to know all the news
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| Are addicted to all sorts of things
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| They care about their jobs and play perfect roles
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| Never admit to feel weak or low
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| How long can this go on? |
| They are fighting on their own
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| Losing hopes and dreams for good
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| This world is such a crazy place
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| It’s all about the come and go
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| People, where the hell are we heading to?
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| They walk and talk and they eat their meals
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| As fast as they can cause work is waiting again |
| They hurry and worry all day long
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| Until they finally go to sleep |