Who said that I wasn't right?
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I've lived for years without a life,
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Don't have a soul on my side.
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Still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried
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Don't take me under your wing
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I don't need a hand, don't need anything
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I've got a roof over my head
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as if I'd rather be alone with me instead
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close yet far
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drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are
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and I'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me
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though I never never never ever wanted this to be
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I can hear the sounds of the city
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sunrise and set are the same to me
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a hesitating pulse is good company
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and my reflection offers no apology
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but who said that I wasn't right?
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I've lived for years without a life
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don't have a soul on my side
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still ridiculed despite how hard that I have tried
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close yet far
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drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are
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and I'll tip my hat to those who can't believe it's me
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though I never never never ever wanted this to be
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close yet far
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drop me a line and tell me how the hell you are
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I'll think of days when there was something to believe
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though I never never never ever wanted this to be
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I love Charlotte Dickision
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Close Yet Far
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| CKY (Camp Kill Yourself) |
