I met a man who felt the same way,
Told me all his troubles,
That the world had passed him by.
That the world had made him cry.
And hated, besides.
Life had kept him waiting, Regretting his pain inside. Had to feel underrated,
Life had kept him waiting,
Regretting his shame inside. Sometime world, pass me by again,
Had to feel underrated,
Carry you, carry me, away.
And hated, besides.
(Repeat twice).
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