| They wonder why the caged bird sings
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| But even worse a pain
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| Is the bird with lead wings
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| It’s like I’m on my own town
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| But can’t speak the language
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| Crowded to the point of suffocation
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| Still feel stranded
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| What bandage could heal scars invisible
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| Existing is easy it’s living that is difficult
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| It’s like a ritual
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| I get close to believing
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| Then I put a fortress up to close in my feelings
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| Dreaming, so close to achieving
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| Then I throw it all away
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| Cos I’m scared to receive it
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| Living every day in my shadow
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| I find my resolve
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| When the cold night swallows that shadow
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| I travel through the landscape
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| Searching for why
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| But the question follows everywhere I go
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| Like the sky
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| You don’t understand my soul
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| Well neither do I
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| It’s just something inside my head
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| Won’t set me free
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| Won’t let me be
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| It’s just something inside my head
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| Comin in between you and me
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| It’s just something inside my head
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| I wasn’t born this way
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| My condition was learned
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| Once bitten twice shy I don’t wanna be burned
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| When you travel a passage
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| That leaves your soul ravaged
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| Your mind waxes placid to limit the damage
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| Your reaction is passive
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| Whether you like it or not
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| You cannot win whether you fight it or not
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| Your brain swallows the pain and buries it instead
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| Now.
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| It’s just something that guides my
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| Something that drives my
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| Something inside my head
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| I offend myself then avenge myself
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| And pretend it helps to defend myself
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| I believe myself then deceive myself
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| To retrieve myself I don’t need my help
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| Whether the brave myself or slave myself
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| It’s strange every day I’m not the same myself
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| I love myself then I hate myself |