I stand in front of you and grief burdens my soul
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I see your ignorance for my being. I smell antipathy
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And as I wonder why, I just grief and shout
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Don't you feel what I feel
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Where is what connects you to me
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When did you stop thinking my way
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But my mouth on the other side of me does not reply
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But my me on the other side of my brain
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Does not reply my crying
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To many things did happen
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To many times I¢¥ve hurt myself by hurting you
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And as I stand in front of myself
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Tears are carving my face and I cry
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Don't you feel what I feel
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Where is what connects you to me
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When did you stop thinking my way
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But my mouth on the other side of me does not reply
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But my me on the other side of my brain
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Aren't you myself? Don't you want to be a part of myself?
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No more - why? Tell me now!
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But my mouth on the other side of me does not reply
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But my me on the other side of my brain does not reply my crying
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What Connects Us
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Downtime |