| Someone call the guards, I think I might start a fire
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| I’m losing all control, I’m giving into desire
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| Climbing over restless limbs
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| All tied up in knots from loving him
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| I’m going crazy, I’m going crazy
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| Being a jailbird
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| I’m burning down the walls to light up the front door
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| Tearing down the holes to see the light once more
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| Jailbird, not gonna be a jailbird anymore
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| I don’t feel any bit of my old dark self
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| Maybe I’ll be cold without my protective shell
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| But all I know is I won’t grow
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| Being captive to your control
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| I’m going crazy, been going crazy
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| Being a jailbird
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| I’m burning down the walls to light up the front door
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| Tearing down the holes to see the light once more
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| Jailbird, not gonna be a jailbird anymore
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| Jailbird, jailbird
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| Ooh, thanks to my boy, I leave you now
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| Bye love
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| If we met again, I’d hold you dear
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| But bye for now, my love
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| I’m burning down the walls to light up the front door
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| Tearing down the holes to see the light once more
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| Jailbird, not gonna be a jailbird anymore
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| Jailbird, jailbird |