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You find yourself alone, sometimes |
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Without a home, no protection |
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You don't know which way to go |
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You're lost, no direction |
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Suddenly, out of the blue |
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Some kind of magic comes to you |
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You don't know how, you don't know why |
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But someday, gonna take off, fly (wish, make a wish) |
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My wish would be... |
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To be free |
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To be wild |
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And to be |
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Just like a child |
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And if I get lost |
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I really don't mind |
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Cos I'm me |
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Doing just fine |
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You're out in the cold, sometimes |
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As far as you can see, misty |
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And you want to run, into the sun |
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The road is lost, sand shifty |
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Suddenly, out of the blue |
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Some kind of magic pushes you through |
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You don't know when, how or why |
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But someday, gonna take off and fly |
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And if I had a wish, my wish would be... |
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To be free |
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To be wild |
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And to be |
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Just like a child |
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And if I get lost |
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I really don't mind |
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Cos I'm me |
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Doing just fine |
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Just like a child |
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I really don't mind |
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Cos I'm free |
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Doing just fine |
