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Being alone is more
Than just staying at home
You could be walking down the street
Like you're trapped inside a dome

Everyone around you just stares
"Hello, doesn't anyone notice he's there?"
You could talk in the loudest voice
But nobody will look or seem to care

And most of the time
They'll think its a crime
To walk and walk...
But never talk

And at night when you're laying in bed
You'll remember it all and it plays in your head
Over and over it plays like a tape
Then your eyes close over like a dark drape

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