Over their heads,
I find a place to crawl away,
So many times,
I hear the things they used to say,
Into the night,
The conversation fades away,
Losing the drift,
Of all the things I have to say,
It's not me, no, no, not me,
But I don't know what is,
And I try and find my piece of mind,,
But I know what I miss,
Now it's gone,
Now it's gone,
Now it's gone,
As everyone listens,
My head turns away,
I know what I'm missing,
They have nothing to say,
It's not me, no, no, not me,
But I don't know what is,
I try and find my piece of mind,
But I know what I miss,
No, it's not me, no, no, not me,
But I don't know what is,
I try and find my piece of mind,
But I know what I miss!
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