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Hiding behind the trees Disappearing... singing of the wind escapes up high Losing track of the days in my only lil' corner of the world All I got to do is expand my territory. All I got to do is expand my territory in the motion of life. Follow the dancing bees Roll over hill and feel the ground I'm a designer of good times Not every tree is old, Not every cloud spells a ? All I got to do is expand my territory. All I got to do is expand my territory in the motion of life. (Thanks to Steve Meigs for these lyrics) From Letras Mania