| There’s an aching inside
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| Won’t you help me escape
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| From the places I hide
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| The foreseeable fate
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| Show me the world
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| And all the good I don’t see
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| Just want to be heard
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| Can you do that for me
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| Can you do that for me
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| 'Cause I’ve travelled through
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| Hell and high water to find
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| A place that I thought to be, lo-oo-ong gone
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| This feeling of ho-oo-ope
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| Is something I want to hold
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| So I’ll follow the birdsong
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| 'Til I find my way back home
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| I’ll follow the birdsong
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| Oh and I can hear them now
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| Ah oooo-oo-oooo, ah oooo-oo-oooo
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| Moving so steady
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| Just like the waves on the shore
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| Slowly across the sand
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| Each time more than before
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| And above there are birds singing high over head
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| The way that they see the world
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| When all I see instead
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| Is the darkness that covers my eyes
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| One day I’ll take to the skies
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| 'Cause I’ve travelled through
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| Hell & high water to find
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| A place that I thought to be, lo-oo-ong gone
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| This feeling of ho-oo-ope
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| Is something I want to hold
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| So I’ll follow the birdsong
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| 'Til I find my way back home
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| I’ll follow the birdsong
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| Oh and I can hear them now
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| Ah oo-ooo-oo, ah oo-ooooo-oo |