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Light Tower Shine True
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July 2010
My street turns red, the one to my right goes green,
yet again I'm at a stop sign, and I've yet to know what a green means,
don't walk please just embrace me, why do they all just dessert me,
why do they use me, why not another,
apparently they all "knew me," from my talkative brother,
so when I start to feel anything worth mention, the girl is never looking to leap over the freind zone with me,
well you're this unimaginable mythical folktale, and I can't bear to think when my minds foggy.
