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I was played like a harp
And taught how to fly
I should have known better
Because many dreams die

From a high perch I fell
Clamoring down as I went
I knew I wasn't special
And my luck had been spent

I am only ordinary,
A face among faces
Every conversation fake
Every year I lived wasted

And now here I lay
Broken and lost
Among a sea of people
Now wondering what it cost.

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