Alone in the room, TV on
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Like the white screen his life's gone
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A moving shell, a wandering ghost
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A shadow of a man who nobody knows
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He hardly speaks when you say his name
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He's just embarrassed to say
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Anything to anyone
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In his mind there's no way out
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He said he wants to die
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He wonders how anyone survives
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Being overlooked and trite
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As seasons change
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And trees grow bare
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His reflection's a stranger
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Back it won't stare
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It's like everybody else
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Just too busy for his simple self
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He walks 13 blocks to the city's cross
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Puts dust on his knees
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Prays for a god that doesn't leave
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It's lonely here in hell
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He prays to be somebody else
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In his mind there's no way out
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In the sand he sinks to his knees
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Mobile world around, just out of reach
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Tears rolling down his cheeks
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He has to believe, believe in himself
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Put up, hold out
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Break down, scream loud
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Wave fists, and shout
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It's done
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It's done
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Now stand tall, prove all
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Push on, now you see
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It's your life, It's your fight
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Live free, don't hide
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You've got to believe
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It Seems
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| Nothing More |
