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Some people say they're like a tree,
like a plane, like writing, like a melon.
I'm just me.
I'm just me
and I just want to be...
Some say they'd rather be alone
or surrounded by those they love
yet I don't know. I'd rather have
substance. I know you won't under-
stand.
Under bridges, under mountains,
far from society, far from no one,
yet far from myself it seems to me.

Why can't you
believe
me
when
I'm


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