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sleep\nSleep, deep in the deep\n\nRockface moves to press my skin\nWhite liquids turn sour within\nTurn fast-turn sour\nTurn sweat-turn sour\nMust tell myself that I'm not here\nI'm drowning in a liquid fear\nBottled in a strong compression\nMy distortion shows obsession\nIn the cave\nGet me out of this cave!\n\nIf I keep my self-control\nI'll be safe in my soul\nAnd the childhood belief\nBrings a moment's relief\nBut my cynic soon returns\nAnd the lifeboat burns\nMy spirit just never learns\nStalactites, stalagmites\n\nShut me in, lock me tight\nLips are dry, throat is dry\nFeel like burning, stomach churning\nI'm dressed up in a white costume\nPadding out leftover room\nBody stretching, feel the wretching\nIn the cage\nGet me out of this cage!\n\nIn the glare of a light\nI see a strange kind of sight\nOf cages joined to form a star\nEach person can't go very far\nAll tied to their things\nThey are netted by their strings\nFree to flutter in memories of their wasted wings\n\nOutside 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Pinned for kill\nChances narrow that I'll make it\nIn the cushioned straight-jacket\nJust like 22nd Street\nWhen they got me by my neck and feet\nPressures building, can't take any more\nMy headaches charge. My earaches roar\nIn the pain\nGet me out of this pain\n\nIf I could change to liquid\nI could fill the cracks up in the rock\nBut I know that I am solid\nAnd I am my own bad luck\nBut outside John disappears and my cage dissolves\nWithout any reason my body revolves\n\nKeep on turning\nKeep on turning\nKeep on turning\nKeep on turning\nKeep on turning\nTurning around\nJust spinning around","syncedLyrics":"[00:06.48] I got sunshine in my stomach\n[00:13.04] Like I just rocked my baby to sleep\n[00:19.91] I got sunshine in my stomach\n[00:26.67] But I can't keep me from creeping sleep\n[00:33.42] Sleep, deep in the deep\n[01:18.62] Rockface moves to press my skin\n[01:21.44] White liquids turn sour within\n[01:23.86] Turn fast-turn sour\n[01:26.47] Turn sweat-turn sour\n[01:29.09] Must tell myself that I'm not here\n[01:32.28] I'm drowning in a liquid fear\n[01:35.02] Bottled in a strong compression\n[01:37.62] My distortion shows obsession\n[01:41.28] In the cave\n[01:44.28] Get me out of this cave!\n[01:51.10] If I keep my self-control\n[01:53.60] I'll be safe in my soul\n[01:55.96] And the childhood belief\n[01:58.83] Brings a moment's relief\n[02:01.76] But my cynic soon returns\n[02:03.82] And the lifeboat burns\n[02:07.65] My spirit just never learns\n[02:14.65] Stalactites, stalagmites\n[02:17.29] Shut me in, lock me tight\n[02:19.87] Lips are dry, throat is dry\n[02:22.56] Feel like burning, stomach churning\n[02:25.27] I'm dressed up in a white costume\n[02:27.96] Padding out leftover room\n[02:30.62] Body stretching, feel the wretching\n[02:35.31] In the cage\n[02:39.35] Get me out of this cage!\n[02:46.84] In the glare of a light\n[02:49.28] I see a strange kind of sight\n[02:51.75] Of cages joined to form a star\n[02:54.79] Each person can't go very far\n[02:57.52] All tied to their things\n[03:00.08] They are netted by their strings\n[03:02.73] Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings\n[03:09.94] \n[04:36.38] Outside the cage I see my Brother John\n[04:42.05] He turns his head so slowly round\n[04:46.03] I cry out help! before he can be gone\n[04:53.08] And he looks at me without a sound\n[05:03.28] And I shout 'John please help me!'\n[05:05.75] But he does not even want to try to speak\n[05:09.56] I'm helpless in my violent rage\n[05:13.56] And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek\n[05:17.85] And I watch him turn away and leave the cage\n[05:21.56] My little runaway\n[05:24.87] \n[05:51.42] In a trap, feel a strap\n[05:53.99] Holding still. Pinned for kill\n[05:56.33] Chances narrow that I'll make it\n[05:59.25] In the cushioned straight-jacket\n[06:01.54] Just like 22nd Street\n[06:04.28] When they got me by my neck and feet\n[06:06.93] Pressures building, can't take any more\n[06:09.32] My headaches charge. 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Pinned for kill\nChances narrow that I'll make it\nIn the cushioned straight-jacket\nJust like 22nd Street\nWhen they got me by my neck and feet\nPressures building, can't take any more\nMy headaches charge. 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Pinned for kill\nChances narrow that I'll make it\nIn the cushioned straight-jacket\nJust like 22nd Street\nWhen they got me by my neck and feet\nPressures building, can't take any more\nMy headaches charge. My earaches roar\nIn the pain\nGet me out of this pain\nIf I could change to liquid\nI could fill the cracks up in the rock\nBut I know that I am solid\nAnd I am my own bad luck\nBut outside John disappears and my cage dissolves\nAnd without any reason my body revolves\nKeep on turning\nKeep on turning\nTurning around\nSpinning around","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: In The Cage [live]\n  artist: Genesis\n  album: 'Genesis Archive, Vol. 1: 1967-1975'\n  duration_ms: 477000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I have sunshine in my stomach\n  Like I just rocked my baby to sleep\n  I have sunshine in my stomach\n  And I can't keep me from creeping sleep\n  Sleep, deep in the deep\n  Rockface moves to press my skin\n  White liquids turn sour within\n  Turn fast-turn sour\n  Turn sweat-turn sour\n  Must tell myself that I'm not here\n  I'm drowning in a liquid fear\n  Bottled in a strong compression\n  My distortion shows obsession\n  In the cave\n  Get me out of this cave!\n  If I keep my self-control\n  I'll be safe in my soul\n  And the childhood belief\n  Brings a moment's relief\n  But my cynic soon returns\n  And the lifeboat burns\n  My spirit just never learns\n  Stalactites, stalagmites\n  Shut me in, lock me tight\n  Lips are dry, throat is dry\n  Feel like burning, stomach churning\n  I'm dressed up in a white costume\n  Padding out leftover room\n  Body stretching, feel the wretching\n  In the cage\n  Get me out of this cage!\n  In the glare of a light\n  I see a strange kind of sight;\n  Of cages joined to form a star\n  Each person can't go very far;\n  All tied to their things\n  They are netted by their strings\n  Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings\n  Outside the cage I see my Brother John\n  He turns his head so slowly round\n  I cry out help! before he can be gone\n  And he looks at me without a sound\n  And I shout 'John please help me!'\n  But he does not even want to try to speak\n  I'm helpless in my violent rage\n  And a silent tear of blood dribbles down his cheek\n  And I watch him turn away and leave the cage\n  My little runaway\n  In a trap, feel a strap\n  Holding still. 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