| Everything has its season,
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| everything has its time.
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| Show me a reason
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| and I’ll soon show you a rhyme
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| Cats fit on the windowsill
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| Children fit in the snow
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| Why do I feel I don’t fit in anywhere I go?
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| Rivers belong where they can ramble,
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| eagles belong where they can fly
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| I’ve got to be
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| where my spirit can run free
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| Got to find my corner
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| of the sky.
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| Every man has his daydreams,
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| every man has his goals.
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| People like the way dreams have
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| of sticking to the soul.
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| Thunderclouds have their lightning,
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| nightingales have their song,
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| don’t you see I want my life to be
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| something more than long?
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| Rivers belong where they can ramble,
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| eagles belong where they can fly.
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| I’ve got to be
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| where my spirit can run free.
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| Got to find my corner
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| of the sky.
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| So many men seem destined
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| to settle for something small.
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| But I won’t rest
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| until I know I’ll have it all.
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| So don’t ask where I’m going,
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| just listen when I’m gone
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| and far away you’ll hear me singing
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| softly to the dawn.
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| Rivers belong where they can ramble,
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| eagles belong where they can fly.
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| I’ve got to be
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| where my spirit can run free.
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| I’ve got to be
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| where my spirit can run free.
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| Got to find my corner
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| of the sky! |