In the corner
Stairin' out the window
At the concrete floating by

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And I want to be a Mounatin
Sitting on the valley
Looking kind of green

I see truth there
It is me there
We are walking through the sky

My shirts are
Hangin in the closet
are they clean or dirty
Can't you please tell me

There are concrete mountains in my window
And I really wish they'd go away
Cause I'm starting to think I'm kind of crazy

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