I’m walking down this street
People run and hide
As if they see some kind of monster in me
I see them scatter into their groups
Pointing and quietly whispering about me
Spreading their vile rumors about me
As if I’m some kind of monster
They avoid me like the plague
I guess if they come close to me
Something bad might happen
And they could get sick
As if I’m some kind of disease
I keep walking down that street
Not paying any attention to them
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