| Everything has its season
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| Everything has its time
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| Show me a reason and I’ll soon show you a rhyme
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| Cats fit on the windowsill
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| Children fit in the snow
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| Why do I feel I don’t fit in anywhere I go?
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| Rivers belong where they can ramble
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| Eagles belong where they can fly
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| I’ve got to be where my spirit can run free
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| Got to find my corner of the sky
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| Every man has his daydreams
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| Every man has his goal
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| People like the way dreams have
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| Of sticking to the soul
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| Thunderclouds have their lightning
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| Nightingales have their song
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| And don’t you see I want my life to be Something more than long…
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| Rivers belong where they can ramble
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| Eagles belong where they can fly
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| I’ve got to be where my spirit can run free
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| Got to find my corner of the sky
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| So many men seem destined
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| To settle for something small
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| But I won’t rest until I know I’ll have it all
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| So don’t ask where I’m going
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| Just listen when I’m gone
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| And far away you’ll hear me singing
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| Softly to the dawn:
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| Rivers belong where they can ramble
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| Eagles belong where they can fly
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| I’ve got to be where my spirit can run free
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| Got to find my corner of the sky |