| | |
| The walk back home begins when | |
| you're far away off course | |
| It doesn't seem to matter where you've been | |
| when you've got remorse | |
| But every move you make and | |
| especially all you've faked | |
| It's all burnt by the sun onto your back | |
| You touch softly yet entangled in contract | |
| And you say you're almost human | |
| But that's too easy That's too easy to say | |
| A bird is free, they say, and | |
| the world's just one more cage | |
| The sage just smiles and stares all the time at | |
| the monster's rage | |
| It's carbon, pure and simple | |
| and droplets that make ripples | |
| A long and dark December | |
| But hold onto your head Temper, temper | |
| And you say you're almost human | |
| But that's too easy That's too easy to say |
| The walk back home begins when | |
| you' re far away off course | |
| It doesn' t seem to matter where you' ve been | |
| when you' ve got remorse | |
| But every move you make and | |
| especially all you' ve faked | |
| It' s all burnt by the sun onto your back | |
| You touch softly yet entangled in contract | |
| And you say you' re almost human | |
| But that' s too easy That' s too easy to say | |
| A bird is free, they say, and | |
| the world' s just one more cage | |
| The sage just smiles and stares all the time at | |
| the monster' s rage | |
| It' s carbon, pure and simple | |
| and droplets that make ripples | |
| A long and dark December | |
| But hold onto your head Temper, temper | |
| And you say you' re almost human | |
| But that' s too easy That' s too easy to say |
| The walk back home begins when | |
| you' re far away off course | |
| It doesn' t seem to matter where you' ve been | |
| when you' ve got remorse | |
| But every move you make and | |
| especially all you' ve faked | |
| It' s all burnt by the sun onto your back | |
| You touch softly yet entangled in contract | |
| And you say you' re almost human | |
| But that' s too easy That' s too easy to say | |
| A bird is free, they say, and | |
| the world' s just one more cage | |
| The sage just smiles and stares all the time at | |
| the monster' s rage | |
| It' s carbon, pure and simple | |
| and droplets that make ripples | |
| A long and dark December | |
| But hold onto your head Temper, temper | |
| And you say you' re almost human | |
| But that' s too easy That' s too easy to say |
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