| Don't call me the prodigal son
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| Because I ain't coming back
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| I'll make it on my own
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| Let me walk my own path
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| Don't worry about me
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| I've got everything I need
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| I want to see the world through my own eyes
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| Climb a mountain to see the sky
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| Across the stars on the other side
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| One of these days I won't be around
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| I'll rip my roots up from the ground
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| With wings of feathers, string and wax
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| I'll fly toward the sun
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| Until they melt from my back
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| Don't tell me there's nothing left to find
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| Nothing more than this
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| I'll stumble and I'll fall
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| But I'll find the strength to carry on
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| One of these days I won't be around
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| I'll rip my roots up from the ground
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| With wings of feathers, string and wax
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| I'll fly towards the sun
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| Until they melt from my back
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| One of these days I won't be around
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| I'll rip my roots up from the ground
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| With wings of feathers, string and wax
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| I'll fly towards the sun
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| Until they melt from my back |