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Published on Mar 28, 2010
Left in the cafe, he sits all alone This person with hopes that are so like my own And nobody tells him as he's sitting there He's dead long ago and nobody noticed
But I see a strange look on that face that's uncleaned Its white bloodless color, now dull, once gleamed And I know where I've seen that expression before He's stood in the place where my feet touch the ground
The clock strikes 6 as I drink the last drop of the tea that's been sitting for hours in my cup I think where to go now, the town has gone dead And I realize I'm living this death