| I am grounded, but I have wings to fly
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| I just don’t use them, I just look up in the sky
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| And keep them hidden, bound up in a coat and tie
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| Till the world is ready for, a man with wings to fly
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| But I will fly, someday
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| I’ll break these feet, of clay
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| Then I’ll be on, my way
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| My way
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| I am feelin', though I do not shed a tear
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| My eyes are dusty, though I have faced my fear of fears
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| I am shaken, by the coming on of the years
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| I am a feelin' man, but I cannot shed a tear
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| But I will cry, someday
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| I’ll break these eyes, away
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| Then I’ll be on, my way
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| My way
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| Someday
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| Oh, someday
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| I am loving, though I make my bed alone
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| I’ve had lovers, but I have no one of my own
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| But I could feed her, from the garden I have grown
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| I am a lovin' man, though I make my bed alone
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| But I will love, someday
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| I will break this heart, of clay
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| Then I’ll be on
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| My way, my way
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| Someday
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| On my way someday
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| I’m gonaa love someday |