| Well, when you wake in the morning, little eyes open wide
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| When there’s no tender warning, no surprises, no surprise
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| Maybe your wing may be broken, maybe you’re learning to fly
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| Well, so am I Amalia, finding a way out on the open road
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| Amalia, going whichever way the wind gon' go Amalia, taking your chances on the open sea
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| Amalia, open the breeze, they’re gonna carry me Maybe fate, maybe reason, made you fall from the sky
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| Like the tide, like the seasons ever changing, you and I So where do you go when worry takes you?
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| Where do you go when somebody makes you cry?
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| Amalia, finding a way out on the open road
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| Amalia, going whichever way the wind gon' go Amalia, taking your chances on the open sea
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| Amalia, such a funny little bird and you’re now with me |