| Red-eyes fly away from here every night
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| My intentions aren’t unfair or unkind
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| How else could I purge my heart of this billowed dream?
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| Arctic wind will be washed from my hair
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| Trading the forest for the city
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| Things will be different for you
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| Things will be different for you
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| When you’re older, you’ll look back
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| As you grow you’ll understand
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| Why I left
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| All I talk about is you since that day
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| Remember when I’d cry into my soup
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| And you would say that it’s okay?
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| So many things used to break my heart, I’d fall so easily
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| But you’re younger and smarter and harder than me
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| Things will be different for you
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| Things will be different for you
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| When you’re older, you’ll look back
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| As you grow you’ll understand
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| Why I left
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| I’m not comfortable in my own skin
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| Haven’t found my finest hour
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| I can’t dance, let alone sing before a crowd
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| Or write effortlessly what I can’t come out and say
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| When I do, I’ll be just like you
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| Trading the forest for the city
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| Finding my way down the mountain
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| Finding my way to the sea
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| When you’re older, you’ll look back
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| As you grow you’ll understand
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| Why I left, you’ll understand
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| You’ll understand |