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Another dreamer steps on to the stage |
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He sings his hope and his fear and his rage |
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As the applause from the crowd starts to fade |
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He hears them swallow the key to his cage |
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Welcome to the machine |
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It's a currency generator |
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And then it's a guillotine |
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A mirror held up to your own behavior |
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I'm gonna take my bow |
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And disappear into the sound |
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I'm leaving my cage on the ground |
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When I take my bow (take my bow) |
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I want you to come to the ground |
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See my feet falling down from the clouds |
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The dreamer dances inside of his cage |
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All his music and words are the same |
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But in the moment he exits the stage |
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You hear him whisper a prayer for the frames |
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Welcome to the machine |
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It's a currency generator |
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And then it's a guillotine |
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A mirror held up to your own behavior |
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I'm gonna take my bow |
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And disappear into the sound |
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I'm leaving my cage on the ground |
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When I take my bow (take my bow) |
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I want you to come to the ground |
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See my feet falling down from the clouds |
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When they distinguish your name |
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It may extinguish your flame |
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I'm gonna take my bow |
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And disappear into the sound |
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I'm leaving my cage on the ground |
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When I take my bow (take my bow) |
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I want you to come to the ground |
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See my feet falling down from the clouds |
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When they distinguish your name |
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I'm leaving my cage on the ground |
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It may extinguish your flame |
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I'm leaving my cage on the ground |
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So trade those ashes for a cry |
