| We’re letting it out
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| The wildest shout
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| We’re showing our teeth
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| And we’re perfectly fine
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| These white walls hurt my eyes, they show me the reason why it is that the
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| caged bird sings: they miss all the seasons
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| They don’t feel safe inside what they have been given
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| They don’t feel satisfied being able to look through the bars at the world
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| outside
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| We’re letting it out
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| The wildest shout
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| We’re claiming it all
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| Or just at least for tonight
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| If blue skies have taught us anything, it’s that there is no such thing as
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| purity
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| Without the occasional rain cloud, or the winds from the coast that bring in
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| the hurricane that settles the eye, and stirs up the ocean for the waves to
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| arise, and the earthquake that brings down the house that we lie in
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| This still-water world just contrasts our minds…
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| That are chaotic, and they’re wild, and they’re free, and they’re nothing like
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| they want them to be
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| And its pulsing and its true, the heart of the beast is in you
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| And we feel it and we know, and we just have to let it go
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| And it’s living and it breathes, our inner peace love and anarchy
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| And it shines through the clouds, and she lets us all know that she’s proud
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| We’re letting it out
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| The wildest shout
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| We’re showing our teeth
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| And we’re digging them in |