Willard!

(Where your nightmares end)
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 You know I couldn't hurt a fly, my friend
 I'm not the type to step on ants
 I've nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps
 More for the plights of mice than men
 See, I myself have been stepped on so many times
 It's started to feel like my place
 I've failed to fit in into those nests that scrape the sky
 Is there room for me in your cage?
 Animals are people too, but these people are animals
 Hunt in packs and act as though that proves we can't survive alone
 And I guess we just evolved disgust for prevention of infection though
 Shame was an invention made for prisons, pales, and pest control
 Yeah, sure, thumbs are great and all
 But I just get bare necessities, Hakuna Matata's and c'est le vie's
 Que sera sera's, what a crock, I mean big talk for a chimpanzee
 You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out
 It's awful out here, Socrates
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 I've never understood what humans do and want
 It's quite confusing to me to try to connect
 Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted
 Just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect
 Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours
 Chew through their garage doors, these carnivores will no more use my heart
 They'll call me crazy, but their words all seem made up to me
 Maybe they just need more friendship like yours
 So gather 'round Pandora's Skinner's Box, look through the one-way mirror
 If you can see in shades of gray, the colors are much clearer
 Oh, my friend, you've got a friend in me, let's go and make more enemies
 Although my eyes face forward, climb up on my shoulder
 Sure you'll see my point of view, I'd bring you with me
 To the office in my pocket, but the world would put us down
 Lock me up and toss the key
 You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out
 It's dangerous out here, Socrates
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 It's lonely out here, Socrates
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 (Tear 'em up!)
 (No, Willard! Willard, no!)