So as you see
You'll always be
Here waiting for him
Why must it be so grim?
I envision me on a stage
You standing in the crowd.
Free to fly out of the cage
I turn it way up loud.
You'll always be
Here waiting for him
Why must it be so grim?
I envision me on a stage
You standing in the crowd.
Free to fly out of the cage
I turn it way up loud.
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