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Placid Strangers
He’s sleeping on a bench
Waiting for the end
Blocking out the distant noises
He ran out of choices
Now he’s getting lost in their voices
Giving into the poison
He’s wasting his life
Sitting in the morning light
He doesn’t care
But I think he’s a lie
Lost all his dreams
He’s the scenery that breathes
Trying to get back to who he used to be
He blends in with the trees
People come and people leave
No one knows anything
He doesn’t have anywhere to go
Left his paper home
Burned everything he used to know
Now he sits all alone
Letting them think he’s stoned
No one gets close
Watching everyone pass by
Waiting on the outside
For someone to let him in
Pretending he has thick skin
He screamed fuck all this shit
But nobody heard him
Waiting for the end
Blocking out the distant noises
He ran out of choices
Now he’s getting lost in their voices
Giving into the poison
He’s wasting his life
Sitting in the morning light
He doesn’t care
But I think he’s a lie
Lost all his dreams
He’s the scenery that breathes
Trying to get back to who he used to be
He blends in with the trees
People come and people leave
No one knows anything
He doesn’t have anywhere to go
Left his paper home
Burned everything he used to know
Now he sits all alone
Letting them think he’s stoned
No one gets close
Watching everyone pass by
Waiting on the outside
For someone to let him in
Pretending he has thick skin
He screamed fuck all this shit
But nobody heard him
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