I E I E I - White Denim

I’m raising up a lion

I know that it’s wrong

To keep wild things locked in a cage

I’m climbing up a tree

So high that I can see

Little humans constructing highways

Their buildings and their heights

Make days look like nights

Big city, are you flirting with me?

Fans dancing with the fairs

All the folks they wanna stare

But we’re cutting too quickly to see

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Shouting at the clouds

But a frightening amount

Of mists are now upset with me

I’ve called to the fairs

And they do not seem to care

All the sudden they’re too busy for me

The lion in his cage

In spite of all his rage

Is struggling to get out and save me

The mist it encroaches

And short death approaches

I’ll die in my home in my tree

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