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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And 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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And I'll think of the days when there was something to believe
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And I never never never ever wanted this to be
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Close Yet Far
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| CKY |
