It was raining that day–the day I went for a walk
Most people would stay, all comfy in the house
But I’m not like them.
I was completely alone–to myself did I talk
Most people would be quiet, just as a mouse
But I’m not like them.
I was barefoot then, filthy mud on my feet
Other people wouldn’t have crossed the street
But I’m not like them, am I?
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