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Microphones in the Trees

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

09 September 2010

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I could cry for this youth that I've lost.
For the extra pounds that I've gained.

For the opportunities that have past me by.
For the anxiety that's kept me still.

For the people I wish I treated better.
For the friends I could have made.

For this problem that I will never solve.
For all I have to live with.
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