Don't know quite what to say, haven't seen you in seven ages Can you tell that it's me, or is my picture on torn out pages?
Chorus: And you think it's real, but it's just another future deal And you know you're right, 'cause you've waited for it all night Then you find yourself, sitting on a little shelf
Don't know quite what to do, I've been acting my life in phases Is it really true that they're keeping us locked in cages?
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