| Should I follow the birds
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| To some place warm
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| To get away from the clouds
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| And get away from the storm
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| Can there be a change in me?
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| It is an art, becoming who you are
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| Is it too late for me to be set free?
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| Should we follow our nerves
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| To some place far
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| We’ll leave without any trace
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| And reinvent who we are
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| It seems no matter how many times I run
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| How many miles I put between us
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| Just when I think I am safe and sound
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| You find a way back in and there’s no way out
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| Can there be a change in me?
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| It is an art, becoming who you are
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| Is it too late for me to be set free?
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| I used to think that I could change the world
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| Now I’m afraid I can’t even change myself
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| Can you see
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| A change in me?
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| It is an art
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| Becoming who you are
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| Can there be a change in me?
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| It is an art, becoming who you are
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| Is it too late for me to be set free?
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| Can you see
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| A change in me?
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| It is an art
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| Becoming who you are |