| The hills were alive with wildflowers
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| And i was as wild, even wilder than they
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| For at least i could run, they just died in the sun
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| And i refused to just wither in place
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| Just a wild mountain rose, needing freedom to grow
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| So i ran fearing not where i’d go When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
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| Wildflowers don’t care where they grow
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| And the flowers i knew in the fields where i grew
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| Were content to be lost in the crowd
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| They were common and close, i had no room for growth
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| I wanted so much to branch out
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| I uprooted myself from home ground and left
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| Took my dreams and i took to the road
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| When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
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| Wildflowers don’t care where they grow
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| I grew up fast and wild and i never felt right
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| In a garden so different from me I just never belonged, i just longed to be gone
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| So the garden, one day, set me free
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| Hitched a ride with the wind and since he was my friend
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| I just let him decide where we’d go When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
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| Wildflowers don’t care where they grow
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| Repeat chorus |