| I’ve just had a dream that I never will forget
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| And I wish I could erase
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| I was standing on the street with a whole crowd of people
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| And no one knew my name
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| And I was just another face
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| No one looked at me or touched me
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| Spoke to or acknowledged me
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| I had no identity or individuality
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| No thoughts of my own, no mind or personality
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| I was just a no one, a total nonentity
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| I’m just a number waiting to be called
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| It is time for confessing it all
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| I’m just another face
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| Yes, it’s time for confessing it all
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| Been a cheat, been a crook
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| Never gave I always took
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| Crushed people to acquire
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| Anything that I desired
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| Been deceitful and a liar
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| Now I’m facing Hell Fire
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| I can’t believe that my time has come
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| For confessing all the evil
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| And the wrong that I’ve done
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| The reckoning’s come
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| And now I’m just a no one
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| I confess to the timid and the meek
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| To the cripples and the beggars
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| And the tramps in the street
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| I confess my cruelty, my ego and conceit
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| I’ve opened up my body and looked inside
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| And I’m everything that I once despised
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| I confess for the thieves
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| The affected and deranged
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| I confess for the muggers and incurably insane
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| I confess to the ugly for being so vain
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| I confess to those I hurt for causing them pain
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| I’m just a number
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| Waiting to be called
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| And it’s time for confessing it all
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| And I’m just another face
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| And it is time for confessing It all
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| Yes, it’s time for confessing it all
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| Yes, it’s time for confessing it all |