This is the song that nobody knows
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I couldn't begin to describe how it goes
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But it makes me cry or laugh right out loud
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The song that I sing when there's no one around
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This is the man that nobody sees
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He wears my old clothes, he looks just like me
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If he learned how to fly, he'd never touch down
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The man that I am when there's no one around
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It's four in the mornin', I'm lyin' in bed
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A tape of my failures playin' inside my head
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Hard knocks and heartaches, things I don't know
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I listen and wonder where will it go
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This is a glimpse of the child within'
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He's so immature but he's still my best friend
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Just one of the boys who gets lost in the crowd
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The kid that I am when there's no one around
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This is the dance that I do every day
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Let my feet go, wander away
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Let my soul lead, follow the sound
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That dance that I do when there's no one around
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It's four in the mornin', I'm lyin' in bed
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A tape of my failures playin' inside my head
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Hard knocks and heartaches, things I don't know
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I listen and wonder where will it go
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This is the song that nobody knows
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I couldn't begin to describe how it goes
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But it makes me cry or laugh right out loud
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The song that I sing when there's no one around
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When There's No One Around
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| Tim O'Brien |
