I'm walking through the park
Taking in the sounds
There's tons of friendly people gathered all around
Some out in the day
A few later at night
I spot behind their eyes a light
These people have souls
They're individual selves
They make their own decisions and maybe own a house
But yet I feel alone
I stand out in a crowd
Am I the only one in town?
Am I the only one?
I go sit on a bench and stare into the crowd
Millions of people, millions of frowns
I can't believe I see, someone I recognize
To realize it's not the right guy
I smoke a cigarette, and walk into the street
I feel the weight of people staring at me
I wonder what they see
I wonder what they think
To them am I another freak?
Am I the only one?
Do they think of God?
Do they fear death?
Existential thoughts
Are their lives in vain?
Do they think of Love?
Can you hear me?
Do you have a soul?
Does your blood flow through your veins?
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