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  • I'm so tired of feelin' lonely,
    in the middle of the crowd.
    It's like nobody can hear me,
    even though I'm singin' loud.
    And when I get to feelin' better,
    somehow I know that's not allowed.

    When I wake up in the mornin',
    I fall upon my knees,
    And I know the Lord is list'nin'
    When I ask Him, Father please,
    Take this weight off of my shoulders,
    blind my eyes to all I see.

    'Cause a prophet's life is lonely,
    and a prophet's life is blue.
    When you're tellin' folks they're sinnin'
    they got no use for you.
    But I've got no choice but doin'
    the things you want me to.

    I'm so tired of feelin' lonely,
    in the middle of the crowd.
    It's like nobody can hear me,
    even though I'm singin' loud.
    And when I get to feelin' better,
    somehow I know that's not allowed.

    ~Fred~
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