A different day, but still the same old scene
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I'm doing nothing all alone again
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My face is dirty and my hands are unclean
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It's hard not being lonely when you haven't any friends
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It seems to me that everyone's wrong
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With introspection all I see is rejection
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How will I relate when I cannot get along?
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I'm left here to wallow in my own imperfection
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There exists no point in trying to get along
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In a society in which I don't belong
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I'm always locked in my virtual cell
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And I can't make bail
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I don't associate with such a foreign kind
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I watch TV with my forgotten mind
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I'm always fighting for second to last
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But still I fail
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Alone I walk down these changing streets
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Faceless idiots put my conscience in danger
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Although this neighborhood should be so familiar
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Why do I feel like such a stranger?
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You're afraid that you can't have it all
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I'm afraid because I don't have anything
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Standing next to you makes me feel small
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But standing by myself I feel nothing
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Second to Last
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Sick Shift |