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You ain't hittin' on nothin
Forget about homemade bread
Forget about coffee at 5a.m.
Think about things you said
A caged bird knows the hand
That feeds it, gives it water
Bird in a cage still has wings
Remember that? You ought to.
You got your car, got cigarettes
Got your boat and the sea
You got everything you need
And one memory of me
A caged bird knows the hand
That feeds it, gives it water
Bird in a cage still has wings
Remember that? You ought to.
Your soul was dead when I found you
They did a good job on your heart
I told you lonely would hurt me
So I told you the way to start
Opening that cage's door
Teaching wings to fly with the sun
Cage is empty. I'm looking down
On the fool who thinks he won.
elysabeth faslund
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