Invisible

Comett

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    I'm invisible wandering like a ghost
    I'm invisible, I am full of doubts
    It’s impossible, when you aren’t special
    I'm invisible, please shot me down

    Always scared to fail, I measure all my words
    Sometimes I lose myself, in a tiny box
    I should reset my brain, and start all over
    I got to escape, there’s no way out

    And I want you see me, and I want for good
    And I want you me, and I want you see me for good

    I am like trashes, yes trashes, on the floor, on the floor
    I am like trashes, yes trashes, on the floor, on the floor
    I wanna shout out

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    I am too sensible when you talk to me
    I am too sensible, stuck in my body
    It’s impossible, you want to be loved
    By a pure angel, I'm just flesh and bones

    I am like trashes, yes trashes, on the floor, on the floor
    I am like trashes, yes trashes, on the floor, on the floor

    It’s almost like a tragedy
    Or maybe just a comedy
    Invisible, tortured soul, impossible, tortured soul
    It’s almost like a tragedy
    Or maybe just a comedy
    Invisible, tortured soul, impossible, tortured soul

    In your soul, in your soul, in your soul

    Je ne sens plus rien comme je suis presque invisible

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