| I been lookin' for a feeling I can’t find
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| There’s no barren wasteland like the back of my mind
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| Maybe it’s just that I never really made the time
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| Maybe it’s selfish of me to feel like I’m always bein' robbed of mine
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| Oh, oh
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| Tell me the one about the lion in the cage
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| I’ll sing you something from the good old days
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| My hair had been turned a clean white beige
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| It’s my solemn review
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| I hate myself a little more each day
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| I hate my fingers for the way they play
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| I hate I can’t think of the words I wanna say
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| And I hate just as I think of them, you’re already walking away
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| Hey, hey
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| Tell me the one about the lion in the cage
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| I’ll sing you something from the good old days
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| My hair had been turned a clean white beige
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| It’s my solemn review
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| I don’t even know what I’m trying to say
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| I wish that you could see her, I wish you coulda stayed
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| Now you’ve been reborn, I’m still a mouse in a maze
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| And I sing it out to you
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| Let a little time go by
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| Let old dogs lie
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| Try, try
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| Try
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| Tell me the one about the lion in the cage
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| I’ll sing you something from the good old days
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| My hair had been turned a clean white beige
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| It’s my solemn review
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| I don’t even know what I’m trying to say
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| I wish that you could see her, I wish you coulda stayed
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| Now you’ve been reborn, I’m still a mouse in a maze
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| And I sing it out to you |