| When I was younger I had a great hunger
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| Desire that yet had no name
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| Then I grew wings, left the branch and felt the sting
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| I found the nest and the ground aren’t the same
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| I kept my head low, tried to walk with the crows
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| While they cut my head and took all my scratch
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| It no longer burdened me, thieves they had set me free
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| I needed lightness to stay on my path
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| I need lightness to stay on my path
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| CH:
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| An open wing always gathers more wind and rain
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| But can you live without fear of dying?
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| The price I’ve paid, and all the beds I’ve made
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| Were worth it all for the victory of flying
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| There was mud all around, covering all that I’ve found,
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| Mostly trash that was once someone’s treasure
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| I built a home. |
| When it rained it was gone
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| So I stretched my wings for good measure.
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| The pull of the sky had me dream I could fly
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| I would watch and learn, but I couldn’t wait
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| So I did my part, took a running start
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| And dove head first into my fate
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| I dove head first into my fate.
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| Lord, help a girl who can’t wait
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| (CH) |