Really Here

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I noticed it when I walked out
My small white world was closing down
I wondered, I would always wonder
Why I am always sober and everyone is loaded
and it gets old
Well I bow out now
I refuse
So what if I waver, I fall
I'll always I will always notice
Speak up when I'm called on
Everyone gets older
Oh well
I'm not really here






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