up here in my treenewspapers matter not to me
no more crowbars to my head
i'm trading stories with the leaves instead
wave to all my friends
they don't seem to notice me
all their eyes trained on the street
sidewalk cigarettes and scenes
up here so high i start to shake
up here so high the sky i scrape
i'm so high i hold just one breath here within my chest
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