| When I was a child my eyes were clear
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| I saw the good side
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| That’s the kind of second sight
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| That doesn’t last too long
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| But when I was lost
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| I heard a voice that brought me healing
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| That’s the kind of special hope
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| He brought me with his song
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| People only saw the doctor, lawyer, Indian chief
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| But he was just a lonely little boy to me
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| With his sweet and gentle touch
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| He sure unlocked my soul
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| So in return
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| I surely want to help to set him free
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| Yeah, now I wanna see him fly, fly
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| I’ll be your alibi, my baby
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| Fly, fly, fly away
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| We didn’t get to say goodbye, goodbye
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| No need to tell me why, my baby
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| Maybe it’s because you’ll fly back home to me
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| One day
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| Men who they call real were really fakes
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| Who left me nothing
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| But this man you call a fake
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| Gave me something real
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| I’ve known cruel, cruel men
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| With Christian names who taught me manners
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| But this man without a name
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| Taught me how to feel
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| They only saw the magic tricks
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| The smoke and mirrors
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| Was I the only one to ever see the boy?
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| So now they want to clip his precious wings
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| And bring him down
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| But in his heart and soul’s
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| The kind of good they can’t destroy
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| So now I wanna see him fly, fly
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| I’ll be your alibi, my baby
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| Fly, fly, fly away
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| We didn’t get to say goodbye, goodbye
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| No need to tell me why, my baby
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| Maybe it’s because you’ll fly back home to me
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| One day
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| Baby, when you’re in the clouds
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| Please keep a lookout
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| Maybe, darling, find a hideaway
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| For you and I, you and I
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| Now I’ll see him fly, fly
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| I’ll be your alibi my baby
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| Fly, fly, fly away
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| We didn’t get to say goodbye, goodbye
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| No need to tell me why, my baby
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| Maybe it’s because you’ll fly back home to me
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| One day
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| Maybe it’s because you’ll fly back home to me
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| One day
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| Maybe it’s because you’ll fly back home to me
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| One day
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| And I’ll be waiting for you there
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| You’ll fly back home to me one day |