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
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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
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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
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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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So trade those ashes for a cry
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Cage On The Ground
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| Flyleaf |
