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Little girl sits in the corner, locked in a stare. |
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Arms waving madly at something |
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that sadly isn't there. |
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Dressed in the day's best by a nurse |
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who's nowhere to be found. |
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What does she see? |
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|
| [01:04.79] |
Maybe she's looking at me... |
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|
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Old man is strapped to the seat of his chair, |
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|
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wearing a gown. |
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|
| [01:33.18] |
Shouting and cursing at someone |
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who clearly isn't around. |
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|
| [01:41.88] |
Father Time has twisted his mind. |
| [01:45.95] |
The staff says, "He's not well!" |
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| [01:50.44] |
To whom does he speak? |
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|
| [01:55.12] |
Maybe he's speaking to me... |
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|
| [02:07.23] |
So we keep these people inside these walls, |
| [02:14.03] |
from society. |
| [02:17.46] |
|
| [02:20.58] |
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd, |
| [02:25.51] |
|
| [02:27.37] |
they can't leave. |
| [02:30.49] |
|
| [02:32.31] |
You've left them there with me. |
| [02:36.98] |
|
| [03:39.01] |
So we keep these people behind these walls, |
| [03:45.76] |
from society. |
| [03:48.88] |
|
| [03:52.18] |
Their forgotten lives safe from the crowd, |
| [03:57.76] |
|
| [03:59.13] |
they can't leave. |
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|
| [04:05.26] |
Through the doors come people like me, |
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|
| [04:12.25] |
good-bye to them. |
| [04:15.11] |
|
| [04:18.29] |
They see a picture few of us see. |
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| [04:25.22] |
They can't leave. |
| [04:29.00] |
|
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You've left them there with me. |
