| Stood with my kid on the lonely windswept beach
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| The winter sun was on the horizon, and we were both out of reach
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| She ran ahead of me looking for the next surprise
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| Our souls were wet from the incoming tide
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| She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes
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| It’s only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky
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| He’s free, not like you and me
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| He’s free, not like you and me
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| I never ever thought, that you would be so out of reach
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| And the lonely times have been like poison, child
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| I wish I could practice, what I preach
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| Then I can release these feelings, that I’ve been holding deep inside
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| Been missing you so much baby, the only healer can be time
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| By then you will have forgotten the dead bird on the beach
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| But please, don’t forget your father, child, Cause he’s out of reach
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| Yeah, my dream is to be free, free, free, freedom for you and me
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| Yeah free, free, free, freedom for you and me
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| You’ll hear my music in the wind
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| Hearbeat like the rolling tide
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| One thing, you can be sure of, my love
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| Wherever you go, I’ll hold your love inside
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| And I take a look, don’t cry
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| Even if he was livin' and you had him in your hands
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| You’d still have to open up and let him fly
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| That bird must be free!
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| She stopped and looked at me Lord, with tears in her eyes
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| It’s only a dead bird, and his soul has gone to the sky
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| He’s free, not like you and me
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| He’s free, not like you and me
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| Freedom
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| Freedom for you and me
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| Freedom
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| Freedom
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| Free
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| Freedom… |