| I heard a street singer play a song I knew
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| It brought me closer to you
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| I heard a street singer play a song I call my own
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| It brought me to my childhood home
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| Did you go back from where you came?
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| If I get there, will they have my name?
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| If they don’t, I’ll only have myself to blame
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| For all these things, true happiness is having wings
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| Life is a blurry-eyed, heavy-hearted whirlwind of a storm
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| Some things just hurt too much to cry
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| Memories are like shadows the light won’t make disappear
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| I still see you smiling with your eyes
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| Did you go back from where you came?
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| If I get there, will they have my name?
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| If they don’t, I’ll only have myself to blame
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| For all these things, true happiness is having wings |