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Trapped In A BottleI am held hostage in a bottleI’m all inside I start to dream Do I fit in the scheme, was I planned The pretty colour, the fine taste The sweetest drops, there is no waste Do I fit in the scheme, was I planned Planned to be here Trapped in a bottle I feel the presence of a god, a higher god A god of wisdom, a god of fame, a god of courage Booh, god of wisdom Ohuh, god of courage Why scream for help when I’m alive I’m on the highway, I’m ready again I tripped and fell, it wasn’t planned Once again, got trapped in a bottle I feel the presence of a god, a higher god A god of wisdom, a god of fame, a god of courage Booh, god of wisdom Ohuh, god of courage |