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If we could all see the forest on our own someone would get lost
Walking through the trees a world's stage of endless sold out shows
Full of clowns and losers nobodies so why should I try to fix
It if it's broken but still works fine the only way I'd notice any
Difference here at all is if the world stopped rotating on a
Dime I missed the best beginning to an end when I got
Caught up thinking 'bout a start splintered dreams I tried my
Best to mend the more I mend the more they fall apart.