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People Like Us...
02 October 2003 4 03:04
You cannot come and see my show, which opens tomorrow night, for all performances of it are completely sold out. For those who might wonder, though, here are the lyrics to a song from said show, which has grown quite dear to my heart. It seems fitting. People like us, we get through the day,
Surviving the City way better than most.
We go through the motions, from night-cap to night-cap:
Here but not here, with the heart of a ghost.
People like us, we meet up some night
In a room full of strangers who call themselves friends;
It feels like a dream, but it's too hard to tell
Where the dream begins and the real world ends. And where -- Where do we belong?
We might have to ask ourselves
Where -- Where do we belong?
People like us: Private stock. Where? People like us, we take lovers like pills,
Just hoping to cure what we know we can't fix.
We'll lay in their arms, and we'll say pretty things;
We'll be there, but not there, but we'll still get our kicks.
People like us, we sure get our kicks,
And we heal awful fast, and we don't even scar.
We're here but not here in a room full of friends;
We could join in the fray or stay here where we are. And where -- Where do we belong?
Do we need to ask ourselves
Where -- Where do we belong?
People like us: Damaged goods. Where? We dance alone on a crowded floor;
We weren't given much, and we don't expect much more.
"More" is not a word we use;
"More" would never be enough. People like us, We slip by through the cracks.
We'll never be famous, so who's gonna care?
Nobody needs us, and everyone's had us;
We're here but not here; we've been there but not there. And where -- Where do we belong?
We only have ourselves.
Where -- Where do we belong?
People like us: Lost and found. Where? (Lyric by Michael John LaChiusa, Copyright 2000 Fiddleback Music) r
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