There's sunshine in my stomach
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Like I just rocked my baby to sleep.
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There's sunshine in my stomach
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And I can't keep me from creeping sleep,
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Sleep, deep in the deep.
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Rockface moves to press my skin
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White liquids turn sour within
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Turn fast-turn sour
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Turn sweat-turn sour.
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Must tell myself that I'm not here.
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I'm drowning in a liquid fear.
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Bottled in a strong compression,
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My distortion shows obsession
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In the cave.
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Get me out of this cave!
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If I keep my self-control,
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I'll be safe in my soul.
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And the childhood belief
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Brings a moment's relief,
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But my cynic soon returns
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And the lifeboat burns.
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My spirit just never learns.
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Stalactites, stalagmites
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Shut me in, lock me tight.
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Lips are dry, throat is dry.
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Feel like burning, stomach churning,
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I'm dressed up in a white costume
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Padding out leftover room.
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Body stretching, feel the wretching
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In the cage
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Get me out of this cage!
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In the glare of a light,
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I see a strange kind of sight;
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Of cages joined to form a star
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Each person can't go very far;
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All tied to their things
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They are netted by their strings,
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Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings.
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Outside the cage I see my Brother John,
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He turns his head so slowly round.
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I cry out help! before he can be gone,
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And he looks at me without a sound.
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And I shout 'John please help me!'
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But he does not even want to try to speak.
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I'm helpless in my violent rage
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And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek,
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And I watch him turn away and leave the cage.
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My little runaway.
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In a trap, feel a strap
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Holding still. Pinned for kill.
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Chances narrow that I'll make it,
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In the cushioned straight-jacket.
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Just like 22nd Street,
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When they got me by my neck and feet.
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Pressures building, can't take any more.
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My headaches charge. My earaches roar.
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In the pain
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Get me out of this pain.
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If I could change to liquid,
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I could fill the cracks up in the rock.
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But I know that I am solid
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And I am my own bad luck.
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But outside John disappears and my cage dissolves,
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and without any reason my body revolves.
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Keep on turning,
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Keep on turning,
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Turning around,
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spinning around.
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In The Cage
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| Genesis |
