You know what's wrong with you,
Miss Whoever-you-are?
You're chicken, you've got no guts.
You're afraid to stickout your chin and say,
'Okay, life's a fact, people do fallin love,
people do belong to each other,
because that'sthe only chance anybody's got for real happiness.'
You call yourself a free spirit, a 'wildthing,'
and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage.
Well baby, you're already in that cage.
You built it yourself.
And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip,
Texas or in the east by Somaliland.
It's wherever you go.
Because no matter where you run,
you just end up running into yourself."
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