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Turnin' molehills into mountains |
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Makin' big deals out of small ones |
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Bearing gifts as if they're burdens |
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This is how it's been |
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Afraid of coming out of my shell |
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Too many things I can't do too well |
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Afraid I'll try real hard, and I'll fail-- |
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This is how it's been |
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Till the day you pounded on my heart's door |
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And you shouted joyfully |
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"You're not a slave anymore!" |
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"You're free to dance- |
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Forget about your two left feet |
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And you're free to sing-even joyful noise is music to me |
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You're free to love |
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'Cause I've given you my love |
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And it's made you free |
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I have set you free!" |
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My mind finds hard to believe |
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That you became humanity and changed the course of history |
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Because you loved us so |
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And my heart cannot understand |
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How you accept me as I am |
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But you say you've always had a plan |
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And that's all I need to know |
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So when I am consumed with what the world will say |
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Then you're singing to me, as you remove my chains- |
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Free from worry, free from envy and denial |
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Free to live, free to give, free to smile |
