| What lies beyond the door?
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| Sights that I have seen before
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| Urges I’ve been searching for
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| Can’t reach them anymore
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| And birds outside my window
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| Shards of childhood memories
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| Through the window on the wall
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| I look down, afraid to fall
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| The shadow lays there tall
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| Scared I’ll lose my soul
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| And birds outside my window
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| Shards of childhood memories
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| Though I still wait for gravity to stop and set me free
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| I remember my mother’s tears as she wept upon my bed
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| My child, she said to me, trouble lies ahead
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| Now that voice starts to dissipate, so hard to recognize
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| A silluohette of what once was dims before my weary eyes
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| And a voice calls to me from inside
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| Must I live this miserable life?
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| Mockingbird sings my lullaby and then flies to another land
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| Leaving me with teardrops and feathers in my hand
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| I see the sun and the ocean far away and shining bright
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| And make them a promise that someday I will take my flight
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| And a voice calls to me from inside
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| Must I live this miserable life?
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| Who’s that tapping on my door?
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| Just a shadow on the floor
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| Where are you? |
| I implore
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| Can’t sense my soul no more
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| And birds outside my window
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| Shards of fading memories
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| Yet I still wait for gravity to stop and set me free |