� Coexist � 2006-11-23 � 9:20 p.m. �
Sometimes I fight for the right words...
and I fight... and I fight.
Sometimes I pretend like we can coexist.
We can't and we can't and we can-not be two people standing as if we were one.
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Somedays I like the wind...
The way it sounds howling from the north end over the old sheaves, across a field no one loves...
I love the lonely way it walks to me... from nowhere to inside of me.
It reminds me of you... and who you were to me.
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Sometimes I fight for words...
and I fight and I fight and I fight to be heard.
Sometimes I stand to jump... but I can't... I cannot
We cannot coexist or be one.
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