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lyrics: J. Morse © 1985 I'm looking for myself, I can't find me The chains of non-existence still bind me If I saw myself through the whole world's eyes I'm sure that what I saw would come as a surprise Cause either I'm no longer here Or I'm wearing a convincing disguise My PO box is empty, my phone just never rings I just sit here in silence thinking awful things If I'd only hear from someone on the outside I'd probably find myself washed away with tide Of realization That maybe I haven't died Can you remember my face? Do you know who I am? Can you remember the place? Do you even give a damn? I don't like the thought that I've Been forgotten by everyone It might be exciting to see Some old friends, yeah, that'd be fun Does it often happen that this cliché comes true? "Out of sight, out of mind" -- does that happen to you? Well, maybe a few days of this hell would show you That having your friends forget you exist is so depressing. . . Can you remember my face? Do you know who I am? Can you remember the place? Do you even give a damn? I don't like the thought that I've Been forgotten by everyone It might be exciting to see Some old friends, yeah, that'd be fun |