I must be invisible;
No one knows me.
I have crawled down dead-end streets
On my hands and knees.
I was born with a ragin thirst,
A hunger to be free,
But Ive learned through the years.
Dont encourage me.
cause Im a lonely stranger here,
Well beyond my day.
And I dont know whats goin on,
So Ill be on my way.
When I walk, stay behind;
Dont get close to me,
cause its sure to end in tears,
So just let me be.
Some will say that Im no good;
Maybe I agree.
Take a look then walk away.
Thats all right with me.
I'll be on my way....
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