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My words are the keys off beat In choir, the one off key The bird who flies in the opposite direction The ecentric. They call us the liberals. The freedom fighters. They say were are the hippies, the weirdos. What makes me different........................ My hat is so tall you can't see the theatre performance My eyes are so curious I see a light on every ceiling My hands are so wound they jump like bunnies on every desk My feet as so tired they twist in the soil I paint a picture that shows shadow and dark I feel I am both I Feel like the wind of the opposite direction
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
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My words are the keys off beat In choir, the one off key The bird who flies in the opposite direction The ecentric. They call us the liberals. The freedom fighters. They say were are the hippies, the weirdos. What makes me different........................ My hat is so tall you can't see the theatre performance My eyes are so curious I see a light on every ceiling My hands are so wound they jump like bunnies on every desk My feet as so tired they twist in the soil I paint a picture that shows shadow and dark I feel I am both I Feel like the wind of the opposite direction
I feel like I am not in tune with everyone else.
#fun#weird#awesome#hippie#relax#unusual#cool#differnt
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Sep 17, 2015
Sep 17, 2015 at 1:09 AM UTC
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