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The Second Conception
My fortune cookie says,
"Go and try plan B,"
Plan A didn't work,
Couldn't buy it C.O.D.
It's the same old, same old,
These words do fit the mood,
Wanting something fresh,
Like a change or something new.
Then I think of the birds,
Those poor birds in their cages,
They're trapped and stuck,
And need to be their bravest.
They're singing songs of woe,
And freedom they crave,
They're locked inside,
And being enslaved!
Guts and heart,
Nothing magical or bliss,
More people should act,
With the use of all of this.
Attitude is key,
And opens the doors,
If you try really hard,
It's something that's all yours.
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Steve Bujanow, Chris Theriault, Neo Cortex The Band, aka Neo Cortex
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