Eating Whiskas from a feeding dish
Breaking free – my dying wish
Winter, spring, summer, fall
I'm caged in my homesweet wall
I'm being loved and scratched lightly
They comb my fur, and hold me tightly
Once we went out. I was in a box
And we came back. But where the hell were my balls?
They say I don't miss what I don't know
But I see freedom behind the window
Winter, spring, summer, fall
I'm caged in my homesweet wall
I want to catch birds, I want to catch mice
But I can't catch anything but flies
The other day the window was open
I jumped up there an stepped outside
From the 3rd floor – and I died
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