I'm in with the shadows, the light on your doorstep
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When the streets are cold and quiet
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Can you hear me whisper, I don't think you can
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Out at the crosswalks, standing in traffic
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Not words or white noise, tune of the static
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Can you hear my footsteps, I know that you can't
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Even when I'm in your sight, I'm out of line
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Maybe I'm vacant by design
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Standing on the sidelines, feeling like the world's blind
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Staring through a blank face, maybe it's a bad time
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Always at the right place at the wrong time
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Standing on the sidelines, waiting for the limelight
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Staring through a blank face, maybe it's a bad time
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Always at the right place at the wrong time
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You say that I'm broken, a product defective
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A rhyme without reason, nobody gets it
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Cut out of the picture, a letter never sent
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Even when I'm in your sight, I'm out of line
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Maybe I'm vacant by design
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My ambition is to have no ambition
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This conviction to live without conviction
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A decision to be somebody that you'll never know
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Standing on the sidelines, feeling like the world's blind
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Always at the right place at the wrong time
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Staring through a blank face, maybe it's a bad time
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I'm always at the right place at the wrong time
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Standing on the sidelines, feeling like the world's blind
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Staring through a blank face, maybe it's a bad time
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Always at the right place at the wrong time
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Standing on the sidelines, waiting for the limelight
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Staring through a blank face, maybe it's a bad time
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Always at the right place at the wrong time,
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right place at the wrong time
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The Right Place At The Wrong Time
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Amber Pacific |