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We will fly way up high |
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Where the cold wind blows |
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Or in the sun laughing having fun |
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With lot of people that she knows |
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And if the situation should keep us separated |
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You know the world won't fall apart |
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And you will free the beautiful bird |
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That's caught inside your heart |
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Can't you hear her? |
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Oh, she cries so loud |
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Casts her wild note |
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Over water and cloud |
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That's the way it's gonna be, little darlin' |
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We'll be riding on the horses, yeah |
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Way up in the sky, little darlin' |
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If you fall |
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I'll pick you up, pick you up |
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You will grow and until you go |
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I'll be right there by your side |
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And even then whisper the wind |
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And she will carry up your ride |
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I hear all the people of the world |
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In one bird's lonely cry |
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See them trying every way they know how |
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To make their spirit fly |
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Can't you see him? |
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He's down on the ground |
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He has a broken wing |
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Looking all around |
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That's the way it's gonna be, little darlin' |
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You go riding on the horses, yeah |
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Way up in the sky, little darlin' |
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If you fall, |
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I'll pick you up, pick you up |
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That's the way it's gonna be, little darlin' |
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You go riding on the horses, yeah |
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Way up in the sky, little darlin' |
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If you fall, |
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I'll pick you up, pick you up |
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If you fall, |
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I'll pick you up, pick you up |
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If you fall, |
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I'll pick you up, pick you up |
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I'll pick you up darlin' if you fall |
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Don't worry 'bout a thing little girl |
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Because I was young myself not so long ago |
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When I was young, when |
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I was young |
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Oh, oh, an' when |
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I was young, |
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I was a wild, wild one |
