| You say you’ve never seen the light before
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| Does anyone believe you?
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| Don’t let them hear you say any more
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| Nothing’s really safe around here
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| We are an imitation of the crown
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| We never turn the pages
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| They cannot let your spirit touch the ground
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| And nothing’s going to change around here, no
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| Crack in the ceiling, hole in the wall
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| They bend you over but you won’t crawl away
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| You’ve got two in the bushes, one in the hand
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| They’d make you over but they can’t understand you
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| You’re always going to be the wild one
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| Pretend that all you really feel is pain
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| Just hide behind some sorrow
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| How sad but you’d do it all again
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| Nobody changes around here
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| Cat in the cradle, man in the moon
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| They’d make you over but it’s too soon to know, no
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| I smell smoke in the kitchen, fire in the hall
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| The train is coming and you can hear it calling
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| You’re always going to be the wild one
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| Wild, wild one
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| Crack in the ceiling, hole in the wall
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| They bend you over now you won’t crawl away
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| You’ve got two in the bushes, one in the hand
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| They’d make you over but they can’t understand you
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| You’re always going to be the wild one
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| Wild, wild, wild, wild one |