| And a wing around my neck
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| I’m ready to fly away
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| There’s a feather in my hair
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| And a wing around my neck
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| I’m ready to fly away
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| And I’ll gather wishes from all of my friends
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| Hugs and kisses from my mom and my dad
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| There’s a feather in my hair
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| And a wing around my neck
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| I’m ready to fly away
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| There’s an open sky above my head
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| That no one else sees
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| And it’s calling, it’s calling for me
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| It’s bright and the lights and the kites all get stuck
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| It’s brighter than anything anyone’s seen
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| And I’ve got the wishes from the ground below
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| Hugs and kisses from all that I know
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| There’s an open sky above my head
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| That no one else sees
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| And it’s calling for me The score of the night says
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| La-de-dah-de-dah-dah-dah-dah
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| But the score of my life says
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| Lah-de-dah-de-dah-dah-dah-dah-dah-oh
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| I see cards and such of written love all there for me
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| To leave in just a few weeks
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| They will sit and wait to be weight
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| To be sent away, away, away
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| And I’ve got the wishes from the letters they hold
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| Hugs and kisses from the ones who wrote them
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| There’s a feather in my hair
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| And a wing around my neck
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| I’m ready to fly away
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| I’m ready to fly away |