people see you in the streets ,
see you with the headphones on your ears
they think you are a dreamer
a lonesome dreamer
now one knows though
you are alone indeed
cut off,of the world
cut off,of every bond
it's just you and your headphones
walking through this streets
with a pen and piece of paper all day long
they keep staring at you
see the tats on your arms and chests
see the scars on your face
no one is there to ask what
no one is there to act like the care
it's just you and your headphones
after all you are indeed
a lonesome dreamer
a dreamer who dreams for self
to get back his life
to get back his mother's life
a dreamer who dreams
dreams for his child's future
to be good and not to fuck up
like you did
and take the chances through to him
and be the man you never could be
see you in the other side my lonesome dreamer friend
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