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Genesis, "In The Cage"
In the glare of light
I see a strange kind of sight
The cage is turnin' faster
That bastard can't go very far
All kinds of dead things
Demented by their dreams
Cling together in memory of their wasted wings.
In the glare of light
I see a strange kind of sight
Of cages joined to form a star
Each person can't go very far
All tied to their things
They're netted by their strings
Free to flutter in memory of their wasted wings.
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