| Every bird has its right of way
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| As it flies through the freeway of the sky
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| Every flower sees the light of the day
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| Or it’s going to crumble up and die
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| And dreams need a place in the sun
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| So by chance maybe one comes true
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| One comes true
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| Every tree has a piece of land
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| Where its roots have the liberty to grow
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| Every sea has a beach of sand
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| Where its water have room to overflow
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| And pride needs somewhere to live
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| So it just doesn’t give in quick, give in quick
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| Every rain has its day to fall
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| And its day of returning to the skies
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| Every wind has the protocol
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| To be kicking up dust into our eyes
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| And strength needs a chance to be shown
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| Even just to be known to fail, known to fail
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| Every bird has its right of way
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| As it flies through the freeway of the sky
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| Every flower sees the light of the day
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| Or it’s going to crumble up and die
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| And who has the right to say no?
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| But at times it’s as no one does, no one does |