| The nightingale is still locked in the cage
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| The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs
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| An old oak sheltering me from the blue
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| Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves
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| A catnap in the ghost town of my heart
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| She dreams of story time and the river ghosts
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| Of mermaids, of Whitman’s and the Ride
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| Raving harlequins, gigantic toys
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| A song of me a song in need
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| Of a courageous symphony
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| A verse of me a verse in need
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| Of a pure heart singing me to peace
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| All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
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| All that great heart lying still on an angel wing
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| All that great heart lying still
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| In silent suffering
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| Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end
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| What is left for encore
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| Is the same old Dead Boy’s song
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| Song in silence
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| All that great heart lying still and slowly dying
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| All that great heart lying still on an angel wing
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| A midnight flight into Covington Woods
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| A princess and a panther by my side
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| These are Territories I live for
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| I’d still give my everything to love you more |