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Livin’ the dream At least what the dream used to be There’s people I don’t know that know me I’m quite well off relatively Writer’s block Accompanied by some depression Without these songs, what am I worth? If I’m not singing, no one hears my words Except her My backyard tree doesn’t know what she needs Or what she wants, she just grows on She left me so low to the ground She left me here without a sound Paper news and pay-per-views They’re all but gone, but my tree lives on Asked her how she came to survive She whispered: The mindless will thrive Day one At my therapist’s building All these cars are so expensive Guess the money brings expenses Pay up So run along Through this life with no sure ending Create whatcha like and break the rest There’s hope for more than just the best Probably My backyard tree doesn’t know what she needs Or what she wants, she just grows on She left me so low to the ground She left me here without a sound Paper news and pay-per-views They’re all but gone, but my tree lives on Asked her how she came to survive She whispered: The mindless will thrive