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~Mister Cellophane~

1:30 pm / 28 April 2003

Welcome to my world. I walked by a friend and said hi. I guess that calls for someone to not look at me and not say anything. So to all my friends here in diaryland thanks for pay attention to me without you guys I wouldn't exist. And I just want to leave a song to state how I feel with the my friend here in Kent, Ohio. Invisible and I will be shuffling off with my imaginary hat in my hand.

Chicago

Amos:

"If someone stood up in a crowd

And raised his voice up way out loud

And waved his arm

And shook his leg

You'd notice him

If someone in a movie show

Yelled "fired in the second row,

This whole place is a powder keg!"

You'd notice him

And even without clucking like a hen

Everyone gets noticed, now and then,

Unless, of course, that personage should

be

Invisisble, inconsequential me!

Cellophane

Mister cellophane

Should have been my name

Mister cellophane

'cause you can look right through me

Walk right by me

And vener know I'm there!

I tell ya

Cellophane

Mister cellophane

Should have been my name

Mister cellophane

'cause you can look right through me

walk right by me

And never know I'm there. . .

Suppose you was a little cat

Residin' in a person's flat

Who fed you fish and scratched your

ears?

You'd notice him

Supoose you was a woman wed

And sleepin' in a double bed beside a man for seven years

You'd notice him

A human being's made of more thatn air

With all that bulk , you're bound to see

him there

Unless that human bein' next to y ou

Is unimpressive, undistingueshed

You know who. . .

Should have been my name

Mister cellophane

'cause you can look right through me

Walk right by me

And never know I'im there

I tell ya

Cellophane

Mister cellophane

Should have been my name

Mister cellophane

'cause you can look right through me

Walk right by me

And never know I'm there

Never even know I'm there"

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