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Once in awhile we might pass on the street |
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We nod we smile and we shuffle our feet |
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Making small talk standing face to face |
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Hands in our pockets cause we feel so out of place |
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Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar |
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We feel a little lost cause we've drifted away so far |
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Hoping to find the right words to say |
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We joke a little and then go on our way |
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We are so out of touch yeah |
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We are so out of touch yeah |
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La La La |
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La la la la |
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We speak in past tense and talk about the weather |
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Half broken sentences we try to piece together |
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I ask about an old friend that we both used to know |
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You said you heard he took his life about five years ago |
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We may pass each other on the interstate |
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We honk and cross over to the other lane |
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Everybody's going somewhere everybody's inside |
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Hundreds of cars hundreds of private lives |
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We are so out of touch yeah |
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La La La |
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La la la la |
