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I am the invisible man.

I am the invisible man.

You hear my voice in the room.

But I am not here.

I am an echo.


I am the invisible man.

You see laughter light my face.

But I am not him.

I am the doppelganger.


I am the invisible man.

You feel my arm on your shoulders.

But I am not here.

I am phantom pain.


I am the invisible man.

The spirit everyone remembers.

But I was never there.

That was the performance.


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