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Did you ever have the feeling |
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You're the only person living in the world |
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And people that you see |
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Are one-dimensional and never there at all |
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Even just the commonplace |
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Warm familiar greetings are a lie |
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Their voices and their faces are as empty |
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As the space beyond the sky |
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Marilyn is walking with her scarf |
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Around her head against the rain |
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The doorways and the shops fill up with people |
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And it's pouring down again |
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A man with an umbrella seems to see her |
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But he turns and looks away |
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And nothing really matters 'cause there's |
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Nothing that she wants to do or say |
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In the real and unreal |
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In the real and unreal |
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As she puts the key inside the door |
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She's just an ordinary girl |
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Did you ever have the feeling |
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You're the only person living in the world |
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In the real and unreal |
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In the real and unreal |
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Tomorrow comes around |
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And yet she doesn't feel a part of it all |
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Did you ever have the feeling |
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You're the only person living in the world |
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Only person living in the world |
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Only person living in the world |
