| Living within and living without, you got to lay your fears right down
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| Out of the cage and up from the ground, you know, the rabbit hugged the hound
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| 'Cause everything it remembered had finally been unlearned
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| You know how a memory lingers until the tables, they are turned
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| And a dream is a jigsaw, and every face, it’s a trickster
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| And yes, I’m still in the picture, my eyes gone strawberry brown
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| Just some permanent fixture that you must carry round
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| And as you explore your dementia and give it up, or else
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| You should pay some attention to someone other than yourself
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| And your dream, it’s a jigsaw, and every piece, it’s a trickster
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| If living within means living without, you got to lay your fears right down
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| Come out of the cage and up from the ground, you know that rabbit dug the hound
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| And everything it remembered has finally been unlearned
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| You know how a memory lingers until the tables, they are turned |