| He was a daytime sleeper
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| He never would go much deeper
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| Than his mother and dad expected
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| Another one so neglected
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| It was a blessing in disguise
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| 'Cause one day he opened up his eyes
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| And started to sing of love just to find it
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| He started to sing his way to the light
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| He was born with the master key
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| To unlock a melody and make it right
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| They told him to buckle down and pay attention
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| They taught him to swallow his dreams and his ambitions
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| So he followed their rules of life by intimidation
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| To the point where he couldn’t find an inspiration
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| Then he began to wonder why
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| And suddenly opened up his eyes
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| Repeat chorus
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| He found it, a reason
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| To open his wings and rise above his world of pain
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| He knows it, he shows it
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| And so he will sing of love
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| Never again will he beg to be heard by the powers that be
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| Never again will he change all his words, 'cause he’s gotta be free
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| He’s been there before and he’s learned to ignore what they want him to see
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| He’ll write down the truth and he’ll sing it to you, you don’t have to agree
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| And no one will ever hold him down
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| Because of the freedom that he found
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| Repeat chorus |