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The morning bell is my first chain
I dress in gray and catch the train
A thousand faces, none with names
I lock my dream inside the games
The window frames a pale blue square
I see a bird that doesn’t care
It lifts its wings without a plan
I want that wild inside this man
The sky outside is cut in squares
A pigeon lands and stares and stares
I feel a crack inside my day
I wish the concrete gave away
The sky outside is cut in squares
A pigeon lands and stares and stares
I know the cage is not my home
I’m learning how to feel and roam
The window frames a pale blue square
I see a bird that doesn’t care
It lifts its wings without a plan
I want that wild inside this man
The sky outside is cut in squares
A pigeon lands and stares and stares
I feel a crack inside my day
I wish the concrete gave away
The sky outside is cut in squares
A pigeon lands and stares and stares
I know the cage is not my home
I’m learning how to feel and roam