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, left, left, left
Now its three in the morning and your eating alone
Oh the heart beats in its cage
"i know why the caged bird sings."
mmmhm.
i want a cigarette.
Monday, October 6, 2008
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