| Someday, I’ll be so far away from all of you
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| All this unspoken ridicule
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| You’ll never rule my life like the way that you used to
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| I find I am much better off out on my own
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| Maybe a house, but not a home
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| You’ll wake to find I’ve changed my mind
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| I’m sorry, but this bird has flown
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| This bird has flown
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| So, let these fools run free
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| To be the ones they want to be
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| These chains, they’re falling off all over me
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| My friends, I hope you get to see
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| That I don’t need your pleas and empty, cold apologies
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| Your friends just haven’t been real friends to me
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| It’s time for me to spread my wings
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| I feel fine and feeling fine is good enough
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| I’m alone and though it may be rough
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| I can’t lie, I’m free to fly, I don’t belong to anyone
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| Had a friend and I put you on a pedestal
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| I may be dumb, but I’m no fool
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| So keep your throne, it’s all you own
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| And all that you’ll ever know
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| This bird has flown
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| So let these fools run free
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| To be the ones they want to be
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| These chains, they’re falling off all over me
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| My friends, I hope you get to see
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| That I don’t need your pleas and empty, cold apologies
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| Your friends just haven’t been real friends to me
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| It’s time for me to spread my wings
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| You will never be able to exam me and clip these wings
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| And I know that all that I can see is the open sky out in front of me
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| You will never be able to exam me and clip these wings
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| And I know that all that I can see is the open sky out in front of me
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| So let these fools run free
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| To be the ones they want to be
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| These chains, they’re falling off all over me
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| My friends, I hope you get to see
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| That I don’t need your pleas and empty, cold apologies
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| Your friends just haven’t been real friends to me
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| It’s time for me to spread my wings |