Late at night I wanderAcross the street and down the road
I hum myself a little tune
Till my racing heart has finally slowed
I've felt a little lonely
In crowds or rooms filled just with me
Time spent on my own
More than ever it seems to be
But as time progresses
It seems my crowds prefer me gone
Proportioned time
But I'm not deserving of that prison
So I'll be far enough away before the dawn
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