| Well, I don’t feel better when I’m fucking around
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| And I don’t write better when I’m stuck in the ground
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| So don’t teach me a lesson 'cause I’ve already learned
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| Yeah, the sun will be shining and my children will burn
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| Oh, the heart beats in its cage
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| I don’t want what you want, I don’t feel what you feel
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| See, I’m stuck in a city but I belong in a field
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| Yeah, we got left, left, left, left, left, left, left
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| Now it’s three in the morning and you’re eating alone
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| Oh, the heart beats in its cage
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| All our friends, they’re laughing at us
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| All of those you loved, you mistrust
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| Help me, I’m just not quite myself
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| Look around, there’s no one else left
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| I went to the concert and I fought through the crowd
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| Guess I got too excited when I thought you were around
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| Oh, he gets left, left, left, left, left, left, left
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| And I’m sorry you were thinking I would steal your fire
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| Oh, the heart beats in its cage
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| Yes, the heart beats in its cage
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| And the heart beats in its cage |