I don't feel better when I'm fucking around
and I don't write better when I'm stuck in the ground.
So don't teach me lessons that I've already learned.
I don't want what you want.
I don't feel what you feel.
See, I'm stuck in a city when I belong in a field.
Yeah, we got left, left, left, left...
Now it's 3 in the morning and you're eating alone.
Oh, the heart beats in its cage.
All our friends are laughing at us.
All of those you loved, you mistrust.
Help me. I'm just not quite myself.
Look around. There's no one else left.
I went to a concert and I fought through the crowd.
Guess I got too excited when I thought you were around.
Oh he gets left, left, left, left...
And I'm sorry you were thinkin I would steal your fire.
Oh, the heart beats in its cage.
Yes, the heart beats in its cage.
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