| In a land far away
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| Where the sun doesn’t spare a soul
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| And a twisted tradition
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| Has a girl in a strangle hold
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| Lies a desert with the footprints
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| Of little girls with a secret
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| Of a pain that you and I could never know
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| Little feet running fast as they can
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| Like a bird in flight
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| Through the days of sand
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| With a fire in the sky and through indigo nights
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| She runs away from a life spent
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| Being witness to other unwilling participants
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| Of a pain that you and I could never know
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| You’re a bravebird
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| Of the rarest kind
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| You may be one of the walking wounded
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| But still you fly
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| You’re a bravebird
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| You put yourself on the line
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| When you shared your secret with the world
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| You saved another mothers child
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| As she speaks you can tell
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| That the words are not easy to say
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| They hold the power to transport her
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| Back to that impossible day
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| But she hasn’t any regrets
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| 'Cause she won’t become a woman with a secret
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| Of a pain that you and I could never know
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| That you and I could never know
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| That you and I could never know |