| One time I was walking north along the shore
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| Feeling all my energy surrounding me
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| Winter seemed so far, I could no longer be
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| Trapped in some old memories of you and me
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| Seasons are mine when I remember who I am
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| And this world is my home
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| Precious is the day everything leads me back again
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| I follow my spies, oh
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| These are now words I believe are true
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| People fill my days, sometimes I feel abused
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| Little do they care whether I’m tight or loose
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| Won’t wear your old leash of false morality
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| I’m staying far from the lie of your normality
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| This is why I feel I belong to somewhere else
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| I stand up and move on, oh
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| See them fly by, nobody cares to say hello
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| And show their human side or soul
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| Hear the spies, be the one, lead on
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| We were born to be free from all
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| One light shines, another fades
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| This free fall, a spinning wheel
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| Would you say we need a change
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| Some other way to be?
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| So if I ever lose my happy face, will you
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| Expect me to live by your unwanted rules?
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| And finally somewhere far right up above the sea
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| The Skyline will appear to unveil the final scene |