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Side by side in a throng of people,yet somehow I'm feeling alone.Never liked the situation.Never dealt with isolation. A desolate wastelandteeming with countless people.It is an effort to withstandthe assault of their endless silence.Swimming in a sea of faces,faces moving to a sea of places.Places to go, just crowded spacesSpaces to run in futile races.The streets might as well be empty -it's not like anyone is talking.Just hurrying on their way,acting as if there's nothing to say.Infinite as sand they stream down every street.and I am witnessing firsthandthe results of their endless silence.Swimming in a sea of faces,faces moving to a sea of places.Letras de cancionesPlaces to go, just crowded spacesSpaces to run in futile races.In a boat with just one oar,another person they'd ignore.The tide pulls me in,but to what avail? Fruitlessness in successNothingness in surety Hollowness in substance Worthlessness in richesLiving, but to no avail.Swimming in a sea of faces,faces moving to a sea of places.Places to go, just crowded spacesSpaces to run in futile races. From Letras Mania