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Alone in the crowd, A cliche' they say For me, it's my life, How i live day to day In my head are my friends like Thomas and Pooh. I go to see them when there's nothing to do I know no other way to be, And only i know just what i see. I'm told i need to be like you, it's what everyone does, its what i should do It's just to hard, i can't see it your way, I'll tell you my story, if i may |
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| So many things are too loud or too bright If i say so myself i have excellant sight My own little world is a comfortable place I will do everything there at my own pace I repeat things i've heard from dvds and books Over and over again, until i get all these looks Mummy always says "use your own words" And i think "these are my own words" haven't you heard? |
| My mummy sometimes cries for me She wants some answers, she wants the key If only she knew, there really is no key She has to love me, just for "me" She knows where to find me,though it may be loud She'll find me there " Alone in the crowd" |
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