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Powderfinger » Passenger |
Caged
You hold so tight until your knuckles show
Escape
As far away as you could ever know
You sink them all down
And watch them float up
Until the wheel has spun around
You will be bound by what you are
You stand in the corner
With your face stripped of colour
For what?
If you want to be a passenger
Climb aboard with me we
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