| All I have is my freedom, these broken wings will learn to fly
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| Born under a hunter’s moon, stars in my eyes
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| Hope in my heart for the world, wanderlust in my soul
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| I was a drifter on the road to nowhere, a shadow in the wind
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| Like the mist that disappears in the early morning rain
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| All I have is my freedom, these broken wings will learn to fly
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| I met an angel in a dusty town, chased the demons away
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| Set me up so now I’m freedom bound and set me on my way
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| Now inside me there’s a fire that rages and it will never die
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| Take the memory and turn the pages, angel, don’t you cry
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| All I have is my freedom, these broken wings will learn to fly
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| And all I need is my freedom now, these broken wings will touch the sky
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| For, love, fly, fly again |