You're just a shell of your former you, that stranger in the mirror, oh, that's you
"in the morning on the train
you sit and stare at the rain
or bury yourself in your books
don't look at no strangers
no, don't give them any looks
why you ask yourself, why you're so afraid
why you hesitate when someone asks your name
they'll come too close if you tell them the truth
who's to say they want something from you"
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