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Mr. Nobody

Mr. Nobody sittin' in his empty chair
His eyes hazed over like he always stares
His laces untied and danglin' low
His sunglasses flipped up just for show

With a bleedin’ pen in his hand
And chipped coffee cup in the other
He looks on his desk at a picture of his mother.
With her hair in a bun and a pen on her ear
Standin' next to her other boy, the one with the beer

But Mr. Nobody ain't close to them in that photo
He was by the window listen' to that darn radio
And his Old Man is a blur in the background
Like most of his life he was hard to be found
But Mr. Nobody ain't close to them in that photo
No, he was by the window listen' to that darn radio

And the woman behind the camera that you can't see
Because that was how she always said she wanted to be
Was Nobody's sister practicin' her photography
She didn’t mind missin’ this family moment,
As their family didn’t look like they were missin’ a component.

But that’s the only picture Mr. Nobody’s got
Though not happy, it still can’t be bought.
He keeps tellin’ himself not to get rid of it,
Because he’ll never be able to revisit it.

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