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VERSE 1:
Well the bird in a cage has got it figured out
Safe and comfy in her makeshift nest
Yes she rests her head on a bed of newspaper
And she sings to be fed
Oh she sings when they call her
And she sings with borrowed voice
And they tell her that they love her
Call her pretty bird and buy her toys

CHORUS:
But still I prefer to sing my songs alone up in my tree
Though I'll admit, I may not always be happy, but I'm free
Free, free

VERSE 2:
But the bird in a cage seems happy all the time
As she whistles to me from her perch
“Is your birch,” she asks, as she basks in air conditioning,
“Really so much better than my metal box?
“'Cause I can sing to this mirror,
“So if I sing alone, I have a friend.”
Seems to me she sings so someone hears her,
And that's not why I do it in the end

CHORUS:
So still I prefer to sing my songs alone up in my tree
Yes I'll admit I may not always be happy, but I'm free
Free, free
Free, free

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