| I got sunshine in my stomach
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| Like I just rocked my baby to sleep
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| I got sunshine in my stomach
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| But I can’t keep me from creeping sleep
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| Sleep, deep in the deep
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| Rockface moves to press my skin
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| White liquids turn sour within
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| Turn fast-turn sour
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| Turn sweat-turn sour
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| Must tell myself that I’m not here
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| I’m drowning in a liquid fear
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| Bottled in a strong compression
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| My distortion shows obsession
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| In the cave, get me out of this cave
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| If I keep self-control
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| I’ll be safe in my soul
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| And the childhood belief
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| Brings a moment’s relief
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| But my cynic soon returns
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| And the lifeboat burns
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| My spirit just never learns
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| Stalactites, stalagmites
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| Shut me in, lock me tight
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| Lips are dry, throat is dry
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| Feel like burning, stomach churning
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| I’m dressed up in a white costume
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| Padding out leftover room
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| Body stretching, feel the retching
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| In the cage, get me out of this cage
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| In the glare of a light
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| I see a strange kind of sight
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| Of cages joined to form a star
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| Each person can’t go very far
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| All tied to their things
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| They are netted by their strings
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| Free to flutter
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| In memories of their wasted wings
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| Outside the cage I see my brother John
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| He turns his head so slowly round
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| I cry out help, before he can be gone
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| And he looks at me without a sound
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| And I shout «John please help me!»
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| But he does not even want to try to speak
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| I’m helpless in my violent rage
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| And a silent tear of blood
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| Dribbles down his cheek
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| And I watch him turn again
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| And leave the cage
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| My little runaway
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| (Raindrops keep falling on my head
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| They keep falling on my…)
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| In a trap, feel a strap
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| Holding still, pinned for kill
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| Chances narrow that I’ll make it
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| In the cushioned straight jacket
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| Just like 22nd Street
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| When they got me by my neck and feet
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| Pressure’s building, can’t take more
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| My headaches charge, my earaches roar
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| In this pain, get me out of this pain
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| If I could change to liquid
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| I could fill the cracks up in the rock
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| But I know that I am solid
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| And I am my own bad luck
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| But outside John disappears
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| And my cage dissolves
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| And without any reason
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| My body revolves
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| Keep on turning
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| Keep on turning
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| Turning around
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| Just spinning around |