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another one
CROWD
They're standing next to me and all're the same
They're playing this annoying game and have no name
They're blurring in my eyes... is this all real?
I'm drawning in identity of a thousand me!
And you become so similar to me too - you are my fake
And I become a little lame, go out of frame
I'm trying to keep my own way... go crazy that day
when I have no space to stay the same!
They're standing next to me and all're the same!
I see no difference in faces! oh! what a shame -
I've found there a piece of me, but tell
am I so special like I do feel?
Or am I blurred identity of a crowd I live in?
Last edited by Svetlana-S.V.D. : 09-10-2006 at 11:40 AM.
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