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Tap the heart, until I hate myself Hit the square, and rearrange myself I don't like it what it does to me Never makes me want to laugh, or sing Do you think about the trees in the breeze? How they swing and scream and talk and breathe I wish I was so tall and green Swing my branches, only sing for me Talk to strangers like we already met Even though it hasn't happened yet Will I be found if I'm never met? Did the chicken come before the egg? I love the people playing songs in the park Guitar for babies instead of people in the bars Do you think they know how good they are? I think they do, they got kids singing like larks, they go Stopped watching movies that make me feel And you said trash TV is the best meal And I reply, well, none of it's real You said I know, and I think that's ideal But sometimes don't you wanna hit to the heart? He said he only wondered who would play his part Always wondering about my health Always wondering if I'll go to hell Should take some vitamins, I don't know what to take And I should sleep more, but I'm always wide awake I'm not a tree, I'm in a forest of buildings I'm not a singer, I'm just someone who's guilty Remind me that I don't have to be anything Remind me that I don't have to be anything I look for signs on the faces of the buildings I look for signs on your face of us ending