| I’ve been sleeping for some hours
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| Just woke up and you were there
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| Like the morning, like the flowers
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| Sunlight whispering in my ears
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| Red tail hawk shooting down the canyon
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| Put me on that wind he rides
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| I will be your true companion
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| When we reach the other side
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| I will try, I will stumble
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| But I will fly, he told me so Proud and high or low and humble
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| Many miles before I go Many miles before I go Can’t decide which way to travel
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| On the ground or in the sky
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| All my schemes have come unraveled
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| All that’s left is you and I And I will try, but I will stumble
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| And I will fly, he told me so Proud and high or low and humble
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| Many miles before I go Many miles before I go Here I go Ghosts on the trees, there’s
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| Ghosts on the wires
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| Asking questions and showing signs
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| Shivering with truth, they’re lighting fires
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| Lighting fires all down the line
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| And I will try, and I will stumble
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| But I will fly, he told me so Proud and high or low and humble
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| Many miles before I go Many miles before I go Proud and high or low and humble
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| Many miles before I go Many miles before I go |