| A bird is born to fly, born for the moment, it takes to the sky
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| And all its dreams are riding on its wings
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| But if it falls, the dreams aren’t broken
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| As long as the wind is fair, the sky is always there
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| Oh, the girl who used to be me, she could fly, she was free
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| You could read by the light of her smile
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| Yes, the girl who used to be me used to go dancing
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| She’s been gone such a long, long while
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| She left without a sound, nobody noticed she wasn’t around
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| And only the moon remembers her at all
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| The days go by, you start asking questions
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| And wondering why, why did the dreams all go?
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| I guess it’s time to know
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| Oh, the girl who used to be me, she could fly, she was free
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| And she wrote all the words to her song
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| Yes, this girl who used to be me, used to go dancing
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| And I feel she’s been gone too long
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| I’d like the chance to be the girl who used to be me, oh The girl |