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For us who are like bulldozers Sleeping in the sun For us who are like lightning Buried in the mud

12 September 2009

Meaning.

What is it that I mean again? Alone, my own definition's worthless.

Try to define myself in a way that's evident in how I live my life.

Whatever that's supposed to mean.
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