| My body is a cage
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| This union is cage about a cage about a cage
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| And this, and this town too
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| I’ll see you once in a while but I can’t be seen with you
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| This place is a narrative mess
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| The floor a tangle of bedsheets and battered sundress
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| The ink has dried in the well
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| The journey once was consequential
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| Now: sequential, sequential, sequential, sequential
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| When will you silence your hounds?
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| The eldest sons to the altar of the Eternal Sound
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| Their blood is spilled at the dawn
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| A nation bound to your will, still, the violin plays on
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| Plays its devotional song
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| Once it was, once it was so essential
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| Now: sequential, sequential, sequential, sequential |