Form follows content
Well 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 a lesson 'cause I've already learned.
Yeah, the sun will be shining and my children will burn.
The heart beats in its cage.
I don't want what you want.
I don't feel what you feel.
See, I'm stuck in a city
But I belong in a field
Yeah we got left, left, left, left, left, left, left, left.
Now it's three in the morning and you're eating alone.
The heart beats in its cage.
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