there's a sign on my door
says i'm not here anymore
i can't remember where i've gone
`cause i've been missing for so long i'd feel better
i wish to hell that i could cry
i'm one of the low millions
count me in
like her like him
just one of the low millions i'm disconnected to myself
that i can point to who i know
there isn't anybody else
refrain
who isn't being torn by the undertow fishing where the ice is thin
i'm an alien in my own skin
i'm holding it all up with safety pins refrain
i'm sitting on nitroglycerin i'm an alien in my own skin
i'm holding it all up with safety pins
fishing where the ice is thin and i, i'm one of the low millions
and i, i'm one of the low millions
i'm sitting on nitroglycerin
lookin' down (x4).
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