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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 IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI 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 IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI IEIEI