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Someone
he's someone well worth knowing but nobody knows him there never seems to be time to meet anyone new he looks a little different makes some people afraid he goes about his business maybe just like you just trying to survive trying to do some good not too much to offer beyond a heart that's true he's got so much inside him but nobody knows it there never seems to be time to make a breakthrough wake up wash up out the door work all day and then some more home alone nowhere to go not part of the late night show tired of drink and smoked filled rooms it's all fake there anyway glitter doesn't change the tombs must be other ways to play he's someone well worth knowing but nobody knows him he doesn't walk in the circles that most people do he thinks a little different makes some people nervous he has varied interests maybe just like you just trying to have fun doesn't mean any harm wants to share so much but no one's around he's got so much inside him but nobody knows it no matter where he goes he's never found wake up wash up out the door work all day and then some more home alone nowhere to go not part of the late night show tired of drink and smoked filled rooms it's all fake there anyway strobe light doesn't change the tombs must be other ways to play sits at home with his drum and bass still melts with sweet love songs music is his saving grace keeps him soft, keeps him strong he's someone well worth knowing but nobody knows him he doesn't play the games that most people do Someone Ric Candor ©2001 MAIN GATE FRONT DOOR WRITTEN GARDENS FAREWELL EMAIL
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