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A bird born in a cage will see only sickness in the eyes of those in the skies There is more to I than meets the eye and I I choose to fly The cursed lies of history demanding a future from me and mining my attention span my attention spans galaxies There is more to I than meets the eye and I I choose to fly Shadows of the hidden hands piercing your hearts and minds fighting over forgotten clans and ignoring prudent signs There is more to I than meets the eye and I choose I choose to fly
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
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A bird born in a cage will see only sickness in the eyes of those in the skies There is more to I than meets the eye and I I choose to fly The cursed lies of history demanding a future from me and mining my attention span my attention spans galaxies There is more to I than meets the eye and I I choose to fly Shadows of the hidden hands piercing your hearts and minds fighting over forgotten clans and ignoring prudent signs There is more to I than meets the eye and I choose I choose to fly
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Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 5:12 PM UTC
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