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"Where do I belong?", some man sings in his song

she can't seem to answer either

the question sinks deeper

 

Sick of all the tired quotes and overused anecdotes

They can't satiate her yearn

what is there left to learn of myself?

 

Her feet slide there and don't fit here

She's like a wolf with oversized ears

abandoned from the pack

left to follow dusted tracks

 

Sick of all the tired quotes and overused anecdotes

They can't satiate her yearn

what is there left to learn of myself?

 

A big bustling city with a little lost girl

Supposedly afraid of the world

Her bolting marine eyes search the sky

where do I belong

 

Sick of all the tired quotes and overused anecdotes

They can't satiate her yearn

what is there left to learn of myself?

 

Gentle and silent she makes her move

one click to capture their groove

forever impressioned on her film

the world has changed

 

Sick of all the tired quotes and overused anecdotes

They can't satiate her yearn

what is there left to learn of myself?

 

Her reflection, something new, confused

the man continues on with his song

They still don't know where they belong

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amy-mccudden
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Published
Jul 9, 2010
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