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I'm raising up a lion |
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I know that it's wrong |
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To keep wild things locked in a cage |
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I'm climbing up a tree |
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So high that I can see |
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Little humans constructing highways |
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Their buildings and their heights |
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Make days look like nights |
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Big city, are you flirting with me? |
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Fans dancing with the fairs |
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All the folks they wanna stare |
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But we're cutting too quickly to see |
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Shouting at the clouds |
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But a frightening amount |
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of mists are now upset with me |
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I've called to the fairs |
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And they do not seem to care |
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All the sudden they're too busy for me |
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The lion in his cage |
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In spite of all his rage |
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Is struggling to get out and save me |
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The mist it encroaches |
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And short death approaches |
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I'll die in my home in my tree |
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