in every crowd, every rush, every tiring activity that happen on my day, i found myself alone.
i'm missing something that i don't know what it is.
sorry for complaining.
now let me sing ...
i'm more than a man, i'm more than a plane , more than cute faces inside the train
even heroes have a right to bleed.
it's not easy to be me
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...up, up and away...away from me, it’s all right...you can all sleep sound tonight, i’m not crazy...or anything...
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