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You think because you're living you've a right
To tell me what it's like to be alive.

If you could think alive then you'd be rich
With nothing more than all of this.

If you were rich I'd follow you to see.
You'd know you're rich by looking back at me.

How that glance sounds is all I need to hear.
Before you even turn I'll disappear
If you betray the smallest shake of fear
That I'm in fact not near.

But once you see me you must need me so
That everything will shatter if I go.

How tiresome to need this.
How tiresome for me that you don't see this.

I know because I'm living it's all right
To tell you how to help me be alive.

To tell you how to live so I'm alive.