Do you think I’m special? Do you think I’m nice?

Am I bright enough to shine in your spaces?

Between the noise you hear, and the sounds you like

Are we just sinking in an ocean of faces?

It can’t be possible that rain could fall

Only when it’s over our heads.

The sun is shining every day, but it’s far away.

Over the world instead.

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