| Another dreamer steps on to the stage
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| He sings his hope and his fear and his rage
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| As the applause from the crowd starts to fade
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| He hears them swallow the key to his cage
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| Welcome to the machine
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| It’s a currency generator
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| And then it’s a guillotine
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| A mirror held up to your own behavior
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| I’m gonna take my bow
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| And disappear into the sound
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| I’m leaving my cage on the ground
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| When I take my bow (take my bow)
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| I want you to come to the ground
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| See my feet falling down from the clouds
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| The dreamer dances inside of his cage
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| All his music and words are the same
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| But in the moment he exits the stage
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| You hear him whisper a prayer for the frames
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| Welcome to the machine
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| It’s a currency generator
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| And then it’s a guillotine
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| A mirror held up to your own behavior
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| I’m gonna take my bow
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| And disappear into the sound
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| I’m leaving my cage on the ground
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| When I take my bow (take my bow)
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| I want you to come to the ground
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| See my feet falling down from the clouds
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| When they distinguish your name
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| It may extinguish your flame
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| I’m gonna take my bow
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| And disappear into the sound
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| I’m leaving my cage on the ground
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| When I take my bow (take my bow)
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| I want you to come to the ground
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| See my feet falling down from the clouds
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| When they distinguish your name
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| I’m leaving my cage on the ground
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| It may extinguish your flame
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| I’m leaving my cage on the ground
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| So trade those ashes for a cry |