| I've seen so free and pure
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| I saw such cuddled in paradise
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| I saw such perplexed flexible
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| I know those who are all torn over the edge
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| I know those who walk on the roofs
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| Met and those who sit at home
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| I know that again they don't hear me here
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| Yes, I'm not one of those who believe the ears
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| You are a cat that walks by itself
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| Yes, you are a cat that walks by itself
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| Delay in transit for more than half a century
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| Who could have rested who wanted to be late
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| I've seen fools and backsliders
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| I know those who are all in half
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| I looked a lot but saw little
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| I often drowned in too bright rays
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| You did a lot, yes, but still listen
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| It's not about the wings, it's about the roots
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| You are a cat that walks by itself
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| Yes, you are a cat that walks by itself
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| Inversion of feelings, like changing beds
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| Habitual for inhabitants of these latitudes
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| In the price of constancy but more loss
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| And gossip fountain spewing mouth
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| I know how to live with fiat money
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| I saw instincts hateful power
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| I am also one of those crazy poets
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| Who could fall so easily into error
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| But you're a cat that walks by itself
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| Yes, you are a cat that walks by itself |