| You’re like waking in the morning by a mountain stream
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| You’re like watching that eagle floating on the breeze
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| As I listen to you dreaming by my side
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| I wish I could call you mine
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| But you belong where the four winds blow
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| Out where the untamed mustang roam
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| Like a sweet summer rain, passing through
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| Never seen anything wild as you
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| I could stay with you like this
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| Till the day love don’t exist
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| Wild flowers bloom in an open field
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| And wither in a vase on a window seal
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| But you belong where the four winds blow
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| Out where the untamed mustang roam
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| Like a sweet summer rain passing through
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| Never seen anything wild as you
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| There’s a part of me that prays
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| That you’ll hang up your wings someday
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| But the part that truly does love you
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| Always hopes you never do
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| 'Cause you belong where your heart can be
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| Out in the open, wild, and free
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| Like a sweet summer rain, passing through
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| I ain’t never seen anything wild as you
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| You belong where the four winds blow
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| Out where the untamed mustang roam
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| Like a sweet summer rain, passing through
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| Never seen anything wild as you
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| You belong where the four winds blow
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| Out where the untamed mustang roam
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| Like a sweet summer rain, passing through
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| Never seen anything wild as you |