| Not yet a woman and certainly not a child
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| But I was caught somewhere in the middle
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| On that one Friday afternoon
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| And I, I remember mama saying, «It's time for you to go
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| Go out on and change the world and become
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| All that you have dreamed of»
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| And as the tears that she was crying
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| Fell from her face and shoulders she said
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| «Don't forget who you are child, where you
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| Come from, where you’re goin'
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| 'Cause I’m always gonna be here for you
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| Fighting in your corner
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| So with every bow you take
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| Take one for those that came before you»
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| Fly, Fly Butterfly Fly
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| Stand upon these two shoulders of mine
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| Spread those wings of yours and fly
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| Now I’m a woman and I’ve got a child
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| And I can’t believe the day’s gonna come
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| When she tells me that it’s time to soar
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| And I don’t know what I’m gonna do
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| Not sure what I’m gonna tell her
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| Maybe don’t forget who you are child
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| Where you come from, where you’re going
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| 'Cause I’m always gonna be here for you
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| Fighting in your corner
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| So with every bow you take
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| Take one for those that came before ya
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| There is something sacred
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| About the letting go of those we want to hold
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| So tightly to, but somehow we know
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| They must move on
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| On for those who have a dream to make our future better
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| And on for those who will earn their wings
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| In spite of wind and weather
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| You tell 'em love is waiting there
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| Forever in their corner
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| So with every bow they take
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| They’ll take one for those that came before them |