Wrapped up in some powdered wool-I guess I'm losing touch.
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Don't tell me I'm dying, 'cos I ain't changed that much.
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The only sound is water drops, I wonder where the hell I am,
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Some kind of jam?
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Cuckoo Cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
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There's nothing I can recognise; this is nowhere that I've known.
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With no sign of life at all, I guess that I'm alone,
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And I feel so secure that I know this can't be real but I feel good.
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Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
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I wonder if I'm a prisoner locked up in some Brooklyn jail
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-or some sort of Jonah shut up inside the whale.
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No-I'm still Rael and I'm stuck in some kind of cave,
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what could've saved me?
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Cuckoo cocoon have I come to, too soon for you?
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Cuckoo Cocoon
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| Genesis |
