Little bird in a cage
you've been turning heads around her
You played your part
You signed your lot under their instruction
Looking through the bars, staring at the stars
Only love can heal the sickness of celebrity
And one by one and day by day
see the good ones
they fall away
I see you standing in the???
and you know you should be sorry
You said, that we could never be together
You're too pretty and I'm too clever
Good morning heartache and these foolish things
Only love can heal the sickness of simplicity
Love is the bread. Love is the wine. Love is the soul's hot coals. ‘Why?' the caged bird always sings
through the ages, for the pleasure of the kings
Lying down with a thorn in your crown
they're calling out your name
You slip away
Only love, love can heal the sickness of celebrity
Love is the bread, love is the wine, love is the soul's hot coals
Love is the bread, love is the wine, love is soul's sharp bow
Love is the bread, love is the wine, love is the soul's hot coals
Love is the bread, love is the wine, love is the soul's hot coals
Love is the bread, love is the wine
Love is the bread, love is the wine
Love is the bread, love is the wine
Love is the bread, love is the wine
Love is the soul's hot coals
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