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Trapped inside this crowded room
and the strangers gather round
Looking for a familiar face
and not a friend to be found
Search among the shipwreck and you'll find me among the drowned.
I wear this parachute to keep me from going down.
Well, baby, you've got your problems and I've got mine
I wish other peoples' demands didn't take up all our time
We live in a world of concentrated rhythm and rhyme
If only we knew that words weren't so kind
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