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    He went to visit an old, old friend
    And it was long, long overdue
    And though they stayed up very late
    They never talked out of turn or tune
    And every time they'd say goodbye
    Well he'd just stay another while
    They started from a distant place
    And were so happy face to face

    The one who left wanted everything
    The one who stayed never wanted more
    It's not your choice, it's how you're built
    It's in a blueprint of your soul
    The one who left, he dropped his smile
    And they sat quiet for a while
    Then The one who stayed began to speak
    And in his words, he answered why

    I'm just another drop in the bucket
    I'm just another song on a jukebox
    I'm just another face in the crowd
    Another fish in the sea

    Something to being one of the many
    Something to being one in the masses
    Something to being surrounded by others
    And not alone by yourself

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    I never wanted the bright lights
    And my eyes are much too quiet
    I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me
    Oh no, but

    Something to being one of the many
    Something to being one in the masses
    Something to being surrounded by others
    And not alone by yourself

    The one who left he knew it then
    And he would never doubt again
    He loved this life, he loved his friend
    But he'd keep running 'til the end
    All words they said hovered above
    All of the pain, all of the love
    They hugged goodbye
    And in his room, he sang real quiet to the moon

    Something to being one of the many
    Who get to sing the songs on the jukebox
    Who get to stay awake all night and dream half of the day
    Something to waking up in a new town
    Something to singing songs to a new crowd
    Something to being surrounded by others
    And not alone by yourself

    I never wanted the bright lights
    And my eyes are much too quiet
    I never wanted them pointing their fingers at me
    Oh no, but

    Something to being one of the many
    Who get to sing the songs on the jukebox
    Who get to stay awake all night and dream half of the day
    Then wake up in a new town
    Just another face in the crowd

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    Composition: Regina Spektor

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