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I climb the rooftops every morning And search for life there down below But there is nothing out there for me There is nothing out there to see I send a signal for survivors Requesting help on where to go But there is nobody else to hear The only answer I get is fear 'Cause every time, that I return to this place I once called home Yes, every time the walls cry out, you're the last one - you're alone Oh – is there anybody out there? There must someone else like me Oh – is there anybody out there in the cold? Come raise your voice and set me free I wander streets that once were crowded I'm searching houses that were homes But there is nothing out there for me There is nothing out there to see