There's a sign on my door, say's I'm not here anymore, cause I've been missing for so long, I can't
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remember where I've gone.
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I wish to hell that I could cry, I'd feel better, count me in, I'm one of the Low Millions, like
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her, like him, just one of the Low Millions.
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I'm disconnected to myself, there isn't anybody else, that I can point to that I know, who isn't
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being torn by the undertow.
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I wish to hell that I could cry, I'd feel better, count me in, I'm one of the Low Millions, like
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her, like him, just one of the Low Millions.
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I'm an alien in my own skin, I'm fishing where the ice is thin, I'm holding it all up with safety
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pins, I'm sitting on nitroglycerin.
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I wish to hell that I could cry, I'd feel better, count me in, I'm one of the Low Millions, like
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her, like him, just one of the Low Millions.
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I'm an alien in my own skin, I'm fishing where the ice is thin, I'm holding it all up with safety
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pins, I'm sitting on nitroglycerin.
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And I, I'm one of the Low Millions.
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And I, I'm one of the Low Millions.
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Lookin' down, Lookin' down, Lookin' down.
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Low Millions
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