Always in the way, I think I've had enough of this
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Why is everyone so cold and lonely?
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Here I go again, I'll try releting to the selfishly absurd
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Take me for a ride and leave me somewhere I can live
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Without feeling everybody's sorrow
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I want to feel the numbness that surrounds most of our hearts
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To feel like I am normal while ripping lives apart
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Somewhere on the way to degradation
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I met a man who put me in my place
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He said,"You will not see me
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You'll know the truth when you hear this trumpet play"
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Doctor can you give me something for my state of mind?
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If we're all on the same pill it's alright
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'Sorry son you'll have to walk this bridge without a crutch
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We're out of medication, the world is out of love"
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Just then I heard something from the distance
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The trumpet player sitting on the hill
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He said "I really do not have an answer now"
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Then vanished standing still
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In the face on everyone I saw a little madness
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And decided not to be part of that scene
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The only way it seemed
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Always on the wrong side of affection
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We step on heads to get mere than we need
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Never understanding the afterglow
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The reflection of our greed
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The Trumpet Player
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| No Use For A Name |
