| The window is open, so why don’t you fly?
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| Could it be you have lost all the yearning to try?
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| Your cage is a prison, they’ve kept you so long
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| But wings are for flying and the throat for a song
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| So fly like an eagle and land like a dove
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| Go find all the places you must have dreamed of
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| Fly away with your troubles and drop them somewhere
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| And if you’re only dreaming, I don’t really care
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| They won’t even miss you or ask where you’ve been
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| They’ll feed you and listen for a song now and then
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| Fly over the mountain and come back to me
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| And tell in your song what it’s like to be free
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| So fly like an eagle and land like a dove
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| Go find all the places you must have dreamed of
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| Fly away with your troubles and drop them somewhere
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| And if you’re only dreaming, I don’t really care
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| God gave us the places to labor and strive
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| But if living ain’t nothing but staying alive
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| Then give me the dying, if that’s what you found
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| Don’t sing on my grave or drop flowers on the ground
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| So fly like and eagle and land like a dove
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| I’ll find all the places that I have dreamed of
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| Fly away with my troubles and drop them somewhere
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| And if I’m only dreaming, I don’t really care |