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I am a flower that hangs on your wall I am a stranger taking me home I am a Psalter an old hymnal Collecting dust in a pew Just out of view I am the darkness blinding my road I am a judge at the end of my rope I am the punchline of a borderline joke Making everybody cringe and pack their bags home And I- I- I- I know why High high I am whatever you want me to be Pulling ropes at your starboard to sail in your sea I am perfection never quite free Always searching for something that's never quite me and I am the forest just before dark Get out while you can when your visions sharp and I am tall evergreen but if you don't like where your standing Then you should just leave And I- I- I- I know why High high High High High High High High I am a flower the hangs on your wall I am psalter and old hymnal I am the darkness, the judge the joke I am never coming home And I- I- I- I know why High high