| There was a time
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| I think it was December
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| Just like a fire
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| I lost my mind
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| This I do remember
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| I was a child
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| Pretty and wild
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| I thought I was an angel
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| Oh what a day
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| That wonderful day
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| I know that
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| God he heard me pray
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| Oh on that day
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| He heard me say
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| I’ll spread my wings and fly away
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| Just like the sky
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| I don’t mind stormy weather
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| Cause it’s the power that
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| I once know
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| And it makes me feel better
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| I have a child
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| She’s pretty and wild
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| And this I’m going to tell her
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| Oh what a day
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| That wonderful day
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| I know that
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| God he heard me pray
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| Oh on that day
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| He heard me say
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| I’ll spread my wings and fly away
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| When I grow old
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| I know I won’t forget
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| That I’m still that child
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| Pretty and wild
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| In this late December
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| I’ll fly away
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| But the story remains and
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| I hope you will remember …
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| You’re an angel
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| Everybody sing
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| We are angels and together we can fly away…
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| Oh what a day
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| That wonderful day
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| I know that
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| God he heard me pray
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| Oh on that day
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| He heard me say
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| I’ll spread my wings and fly away |