When I walk out on the street    
Nobody can see me 
Sink into a shadowed wall 
I'm a ghost in a shopping mall 
 
There's a guard at a crossing gate 
I float by on a different plain 
There's nothing that I want to take 
And there's no thoughts I want to make 
 
I'm just hanging out by myself     
I'm just hanging out by myself     I'm just hanging out by myself     All the people on display
Like dead bugs on a window pane
That you see but never touch
That you see but don't pick up

I'm just hanging out by myself     
I'm just hanging out by myself     I'm just hanging out by myself

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Writer(s): Sonny Smith