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Stranger


As I lie awake and contemplate

All of the things I've come to hate

I realize that I've grown tired

Of being bogged down and becoming mired

In all of the conflict and all of the anger

And to the world I feel like a stranger

Yet I know they'll never know me

So I grow increasingly lonely

Watching the world pass right on by

As I'm stuck in my crazy life

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