| I’m a caged bird
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| You’re all coloured fancy, fantasy
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| But I’m a dreamer
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| Just wondering what it would be, to be free
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| They all know my name but they don’t know it’s jaded
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| What if I’m not all they say?
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| If I were a lover
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| Do you think that I’d be loved?
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| If I were a painter
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| Would pictures be enough?
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| If I were the first man on the moon
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| Would I make it back to earth too soon?
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| They say believe, they don’t see
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| That it’s not all it seems, living up to me
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| You’re the joy
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| That I can’t seem to run from, run from
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| And I’m sorry
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| If I can’t be someone you thought I was
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| 'Cause they all know my name but they don’t know I’m jaded
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| What if I’m not all they say?
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| If I were a lover
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| Do you think that I’d be loved?
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| If I were a painter
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| Would pictures be enough?
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| If I were the first man on the moon
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| Would I make it back to earth too soon?
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| They say believe, they don’t see
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| That it’s not all it seems, living up to me
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| Ooo oh
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| And I’m not tryna be the girl
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| That has the world lay at her feet
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| All I see is the concrete
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| And that’s all I need
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| I were a lover
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| Think that I’d be loved?
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| If I were a painter
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| Pictures be enough?
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| If I were the first man on the moon
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| Would I make it back to earth too soon?
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| They say believe, they don’t see
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| It’s not all it seems
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| They say believe, they don’t see
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| That I don’t wanna be living up to me |