| Here’s a picture of a bright blue bird
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| Standing on the open hand
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| Of a woman with long red hair
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| On the edge of a windswept land
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| A long fall to the rocks below
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| Dark threat of a storm behind
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| Light shines on her smiling face
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| Looking up at these hills to climb
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| She can feel the wind right now
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| Wash away her tracks and plans
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| If you want to live this life
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| Gotta hold it with an open hand
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| The sky flier’s got to face that wind
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| Feathers have to feel the air
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| He’s been where she’s never seen
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| He’s seen what she could not bear
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| But the two of them hold it all
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| The high view and the muddy miles
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| The free wing and the earthly trail
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| The deep heart and the endless sky
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| She can feel the wind right now
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| Wash away her tracks and plans
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| If you really want to live this life
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| Gotta hold it with an open hand |