| Let yourself be this moment
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| Let yourself be what you feel
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| To keep a part of freedom
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| There’s no more taste or flavor
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| Like a bird in cage
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| Bearing traces of long years
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| The only way is to fight
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| And dwell upon your dreams to leave and go
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| You just wanna see what has come behind
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| And find a place to call your own
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| You’re just waiting for a sign
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| Like you’re waiting for spring
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| But you don’t recall the season
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| Some drawings on a damp wall
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| Remind you who you are
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| Memories lost in wrinkles
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| The only way is to fight
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| And dwell upon your dreams to leave and go
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| You just wanna see what has come behind
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| And find a place to call your own
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| You wish you could feel the wind on your face
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| To gaze at morning autumn sun
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| But things are different from where you are
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| And you don’t know when it will end
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| The only way is to fight
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| And dwell upon your dreams to leave and go
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| You just wanna see what has come behind
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| And find a place to call your own |