here i am in the back again,
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whispers something to a friend.
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plays the songs like he knew his own,
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walk away you're all alone.
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separated it's hard for you,
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wasting time like you only can.
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there's much to say, here you are again.
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whoevers' listening this time around,
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seem to doubt about your sound.
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what's at home, who's life you live?
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someone asks and you never give.
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what you have nobody wants.
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no self esteem, it's your own fault.
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in the back again, whispering to that same old friend.
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plays the songs their his very own.
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walk away you're still alone.
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Separated
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| Pulley |
