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With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze
Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze.
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We chat with each other, we type all our woes
Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes.
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We wait for somebody, to type out our name
We want recognition, but it is always the same.
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We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt
In Palace we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt.
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We do form friendships - but - why we don't know
But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow.
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Why is it on screen, we can be so bold
Telling our secrets, that have never been told.
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Why is it we share, the thoughts in our mind
With those we can't see, as though we were blind.
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The answer is simple, it is as clear as a bell.
We all have our problems, and need someone to tell.
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We can't tell real people, but tell someone we must
So we turn to the 'puter, and to those we can trust.
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Even though it is crazy, the truth still remains
They are Friends Without Faces, and odd little names.
