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And once again you stand there
Alone with your thoughts in a crowd
You can barely touch them, can you?
They're neither impressed nor displeased
Safe behind the barricade
Your roots are deep
But your canopy still trembles in the wind
Almost hoping that someone will come
To take you down as a Christmas tree
Certain that they won't, 'cause in the end
They all go for the good looking one
Every
Single
One
Of
Them
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